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To Live by Faith and Reason 


1 


Book One: 




Atonement .... 


5 


Compensation 


7 


Look Within 


8 


Outward Seeming - The 


9 


A Song of Love . . . . 


11 


King's Daughters - The 


12 


Apostrophe to Truth . 


18 


Mysterious Ways . . . . 


21 


A New Easter Morn . 


25 


A Psalm of Truth 


26 


Rest in the Lord . . . , 


29 


Spirit of Love -The 


31 


Liberty 


84 


Judge Not .... 


36 


Play -The 


38 


My Other Self . . . . 


39 


Conquest of Fear - The 


43 


Love's Mysteries . . . . 


45 


A Visit to Hell . . . . 


47 


To Win is to Lose 


53 


Address to Greatness . 


55 



Contents. 

Pase 

Prophecy - The .... 58 

Message - The .... 61 

My Declaration .... 64 

Cataclysm - The .... 68 

Infinite — Divine - The . . 70 

Institution of Matrimony - The . 73 

Love and Liberty ... 76 

Liberty and Brotherhood . . 80 

Sweet Death .... 85 

Inescapable -The .... 86 

Virtue is Strength ... 89 

Let Us Fly 95 

Praises Be to Man! ... 97 

All Hail, the King! ... 103 

Fetters 105 

Love of Woman .... 108 

Lesser Loves - The ... Ill 

Thread of Life - The . . . 117 

"The Old, Old Story" ... 120 

Psalm of Life - A ... 121 

Master Mind - The ... 126 

Song of Purpose - A . . . 132 

Vibrations of Infinity ... 133 

Book Two: 

Harmony 143 

Idols 156 

Progression . . . . . 161 



Contents. 
Attainment . . . . 


Pa^e 
172 


Good of All - The 


194 


Absolute - The . . . . 


200 


Love of All - The 


215 


To My Son . 
Gospels - The 
Power of Consciousness - The 


219 
228 
232 


Word -The 


237 


All Is Love .... 


240 


Love's Reward Is Love 


242 


Power thru Faith 


246 


Anger of Cosmos - The 


251 


Wisdom of Cosmos - The 


258 


Touch of Cosmos - The 


269 


Rewards of Cosmos - The . 


271 


Whose is the Sin? 


279 


Human Standards 


284 


Notes. 





rior to the Year A. D. 1907 the Author of these 
poems had been visited with many trying and bit- 
ter experiences, until it seemed to him that determined 
effort must be made to find a fairer road than the one 
he hitherto had travelled, be it said, under modern 
civilization's usual spiritual and social guides. These 
now had failed him. Throwing down the barriers of 
conventional tho't, he thenceforward was resolved to 
seek his own way, permitting no prejudice to hinder 
him in his search for the answer to the Riddle of Life, 
willing to trample under foot and annihilate every 
doctrine that seemed unreasonable or untrue and to 
halt nowhere short of the very end of every path of 
investigation opened before him. The result of this 
willingness appears in the following pages. 

Jk s will be noted, along the track of this traveller's 
explorations many startlingly wonderful and beau- 
tiful vistas of Truth have been disclosed, yet ever in 
his Soul the Voice repeats: "Not for thyself, alone, 
has this rich treasure of knowledge been given. What 
thou hast beheld, show thou also unto all men. " It 
is in response to this Inner Command, as well as in 
answer to a demand which he is convinced exists for 
them, that the Author now offers these writings to 
the public. 



Fore-Word. 

IJpon the first day of January, 1908, Atonement, the 
opening piece of this series, was written. As his 
inspiration came upon him, for ten months the pen 
of the writer was busied in recording the impressions 
and tho'ts that followed swiftly one upon the other, 
as he surveyed, with a mental vision approaching the 
Universal, the wonders and glories of a Perfect Cosmos. 
These poems are arranged, practically, in the order 
of their original composition. In them, if he so desir- 
es, it is believed the tho'tful reader may trace the 
development of a Soul, the marvel of which still as- 
tonishes the Poet, himself, ranging from the valleys 
of the commonplace to the summits attained in the 
"Cosmic" poems concluding this work. 

JL^bove all, the Author desires it understood distinctly 
and beyond question that in this book he lays no 
claim to any power or any privilege he does not con- 
cede to all the remainder of Humanity. Further, he 
wishes it known that he has no war to wage against 
any government, church or institution, person or class 
whatsoever, disclaiming every desire to set up a school 
or establish a cult, merely desiring that Truth be re- 
vealed, and comprehended by all. 

^Jl'inally, and to the end that the reader may gain a 
more perfect understanding of many of these 
pages, let the picture be held in mind of a Master and 
Pupil, harmonious and loving, the one giving out his 
knowledge to the youthful and aspiring mind, the 
other reciting the lessons he has acquired, stepping, 
ultimately, to the place where he can behold for him- 
self and tell to the World the message he has been 
sent forth to deliver. 

Portland, Oregon, March 3rd, 1913. 



ACKNOWLEDGEMENT. 

To all who have opposed him in controver' 
sy; to all who have criticized him and en- 
deavored to thwart and defeat him; to all 
who have upheld and encouraged him; to the 
learned and the unlearned; to the great and 
the small; to Humanity at large, this Author 
gives thanks, jor all have contributed their 
share in the making of this Book and all have 
assisted in the uplifting of the tho'ts of the 
Writer. To ALL due Acknowledgement is 
tendered and to ALL due Credit is given. 



DEDICA TION . 

To Whomsoever finds in them a Message 
of Encouragement; to Whomsoever finds in 
them Strength and Regeneration of Spirit, 
these Poems are Dedicated. 



Early Pobjl 



Verse to Memory. 

Pure and cool from the Sands of the Past 

Springs the Fountain of Sweet Recollection^ 

Bubbling up in the midst of the Desert ofLdfe; 

Softening its tone by its glad jubilation: 

Out in Life's Wilderness tempests are raging; 

In Memory's Oasis is quiet and rest; 

There hve we to linger, strength and purpose 

regaining: — 

By the Light oj Reflection we can see what 

was best. 



Cosmic Poems 

39eny all limitations of authority, of church, teacher 
or school, of whatsoever nature or kind: 

Heed the voices of Reason and of Truth and not of 
Passion, Ambition and Earthly Selfishness; care not 
for the praise or blame of men, for these things sat- 
isfy not the aspirations of the Soul, neither do they 
still the longings of the Universal Mind which in ev- 
ery man abides: 

Seek not the gratification of the lusts of the flesh, 
neither strive after wealth nor fame nor the love of 
woman: "But if the Son of Man be lifted up above 
the Earth, he shall draw all men unto him. ' ' He who 
dwells in the Consciousness of the Spirit needs not 
these things, but as his thoughts rise of their own 
volition above the thoughts and laws of Earth, his 
body takes on the habitual expression of his mind 
and his mind secures and holds control of the flesh, 
so that he can be perfect in himself and complete 
without these lesser joys. All forms seem to the rea- 
soning mind but the expression of conscious thought, 
being less fixed and more sensitive in the relative de- 
gree of their consciousness, while all things in Nature 
exist in Truth. As higher the thought of Man ascends 
upon the planes of his perception the more vividly 
he becomes awakened to the Cosmic — or creative — 
Principle; the more his mind becomes imbued with 
the Universal Thought, or the Thought of the Cosmic 
Entity, the greater grows his creative energy and 
thus he becomes the magnet which draws to him 
those inspirations, persons and things which affinitize 



Cosmic Poems 

with hirn. until he no longer lacks any needful thing 
upon any plane of being: 

Accept in perfect trust and love all things of good 
which come and offer themselves freely and in love, 
neither compel, coerce nor influence any other person 
or creature, but be satisfied in controlling your own 
mind, body and destiny, denying thought of sin and 
impurity or evil, in any expression or act of Nature 
or in any natural act of man or woman: 

Perform each moment, each hour, each day those 
works which appear to be the duties of that time, 
cheerfully and well; desire no thing, neither expect 
anything from the future, doing this moment, in your 
best perception of Truth and Love and to the best of 
your mental and physical abilities whatever is given 
you to do, resting content in its performance and in 
the knowledge that your words and deeds were true 
and good. It is enough that you shall be natural, 
truthful and free in every thought and in every ver- 
bal and bodily expression of your thought: 

Walk in the companionship and harken unto the 
voice of every cult, philosopher, teacher, school; reap 
from their words and works a bounteous harvest of 
their best, but cling only to the precepts of Reason, 
rejecting all statements and claims which accord not 
with your own perception of the True and Real. What 
j/ou are you may know, and only that, but from this 
knowledge comes all power and all wisdom; it is the 
key that unlocks the doors of every mystery, the force 
that unbinds every chain of opinion, prejudice, sup- 
erstition, education and environment; it liberates the 
body from bondage, from sickness and from fear; 



Cosmic Poems 

it frees the mind and lifts the thought of Man upon 
the wings of the Soul to the mightiest and highest 
conception of his most supreme purpose and destiny, 
wherein his reason is reborn in Truth, his memory re- 
newed in clearness and power, his will strengthened 
an hundred-fold, and his body filled to overflowing 
with the streams of activity, health and ever-increas- 
ing life and vitality! 




Cosmic Poems 



•JTcr 3 am tl|? Haxh % (Bah: 



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Xre first this World began its endless march thru 

Space 
I stood before God's Throne and looked upon His Face, 
An Angel of the Skies, a Spirit of the Light, 
Of His Great Plan a part, strong in His Holy Might, 
Until, in pride of power, to doubt His Law I dared. 
And sent an unkind thought to One my duty shared: 
Then to the Judgment Seat, to hear my bitter doom, 
My noon-day changed tonight, my brightness turned 

to gloom. 
The Martial Hosts of Love, in sadness and in dread, 
Had brought me all alone to hear my sentence read 

Then o'er that silent throng there crept a sense of awe, 
Por ev'ry Spirit there knew that before the Law 
No thought, no hope might stand, and that before 

the Word, 
Pronounced in judgment grand^ no protest could be 

heard; 
That Universal Truth, once said, must be obeyed, 
While nought their plea availed, tho all in Heaven 

prayed- 
The clarion notes rang forth, and Conscience spoke, 

aloud, 
As all the dense array in dread submission bowed: 

Atoiienhent 5 



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Barbed sorrow pierced my soul and sad and bitter 

tears 
Poured from my downcast eyes — my heart was torn 

by fears! 

The lightnings flashed and gleamed, the thunders pei 1- 

ed and rolled, 
While thru the Judgment Hall the winds blew keen and 

cold: 
Then spoke a quiet Voice: ' 'A World hath been prepared 
Where Souls who, as thou hast, to doubt the Law have 

dared, 
As Time speeds on his course, their error may atone: 
Earth, from the Sling of God in ages past out-thrown: 
There thou shalt grow again, thru anguish and thru 

tears; 
Thru sorrow and thru pain ; thru weary, mortal years, 
To know the Law of Life, the Law of Heavn'ly Love, 
The Way of Truth and Peace that leads to Planes At ove! 

"There thou shalt live and die, bound in the chains of 

Sin, 
And in a garb of flesh, wherein thou must begin 
To learn all Truth anew; thru life and life to pass 
Again and yet again, until thou hast at last 
Attained a perfect state; when Earth shall bless thy 

name 
For service done for Man ; when thou once more canst 

claim 
Thy heritage of Love, for love which thou hast shown, 
For grace of mind and life, for seeds thy deeds have 

sown 
Of Hope and Charity, of Peace and Harmony, 
Until again on Earth an Angel thou canst be!" 

6 Atoneinent, 



ONE INITIATION 

Then from the Face of God my Spirit died away, 

To breathe again on Earth, an Earth-bound soul to stay 

Until the lapse of time hath wrought its perfect cure: 

Upon this prison-world, its sorrows to endure, 

Its anguish and its pain, its bitterness and gloom; 

Until at last it knows the reason for its doom: 

Until to fruit have grown the sorrow-planted seeds 

Of wise and holy thoughts and kind and holy deeds, 

When I may claim again my heritage of Love 

And stand before my God, redeemed, in Heav'n Above! 

^he bells of Life are ringing in chimes full-sweet and 
^ clear. 

The Meadow-lark is singing to one he holds most 
dear 
A song of love and gladness, of hope and joy untold: — 
They chant, "To grieve is madness! In all of Nature's 

mold 
No thought of sin can linger, of sickness nor of pain, 
Nor yet the heart's great hunger unsatisfied remain!" 

Methinks 'tis angel- voices I hear when all is still, 
And then my soul rejoices; with peace my musings 

fill 
To list* them sound the praise of Happiness and Joy; 
To learn the perfect grace, the gold without alloy 
There is in loving giving, in kindly tho't and word; 
Th at lies in honest living for nought of Earth's reward! 

Compensation 7 



COSMIC POEMS BOOK 

Then Life's full meaning: o'er me goes sweeping like 

a flood: 
That in the Future for me there can be nought save 

good 
If but I wait in patience for what the Fates may send 
And in all life's relations, my ev'ry effort bend 
To c^eer the heavy-hearted, to raise the fallen one. 
And, in the right road started^ there stay from Sun 

till Sun. 

Tomorrow's best condition (so oft it seems to me). 
Is only full fruition (and nothing else can be) 
Of seed today we planted of what was good and true. 
While all, methinks, that mattered, and all we had to 

do 
Was ever, in our sowing, to plant the best of seed. 
In our own hearts well knowing the harvest's ample 

meed. 

Tho still my thirst may linger for love and happiness 
I need not trouble longer, for peace must surely bless 
That one whose tho't is ever a wave of quiet joy, 

Whose only hope to never a living thing annoy 

The Law of Compensation shall never fail to lend 
What in each thot's relation I to my fellows send I 



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So you long for a heart free from sorrow: 
For a spirit at peace with all Life? 

8 IajoJc Within. 



ONE INITIATION 

Do you wish for a happier morrow, 
For a surcease of trouble and strife? 

Then hark to the message the Ages 
Cry aloud to a World sad with sin, 

And read it in History's pages — 
For the "Peace from On High" look Within! 

Would you have ev'ry day bright and glowing 

For your comrades and friends here below; 
For the dear ones who daily are showing 

The best which within them can grow? 
Awake, then, from out of your slumber, 

The grandest of prizes to win. 
As thru all the days you shall number: 

For the Infinite Love — look Within! 

Would you have all the wisdom the Sages 

Have gained in the life of the Race, 
And for yours all the greatness the Ages 

Have left as their passages' trace? 
Then list' to the Spirit, soft-telling 

The way the Great Task must begin, 
And as hope thru your being goes welling, 

For the Kingdom of God— LOOK within! 



5^ Man, he stands, before your eyes, 

A mass of flesh and bone. 
Complete in all the common guise 
Of others you have known. 



Ihe Outward Seeming. 9 



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Is that Himself who stands ere^t, 

Whose image fills your mind. 
Or but a seeming to reflect 

A Something Else behind? 

A firm, deep voice, in stern command. 

Compels your wayward will, 
Or soft and kind, in accents bland, 

Scarce stirs the echoes still: 
Is in the voice the Self revealed, 

Or is it but a sound 
Bespeaking Something Else concealed. 

In voice and frame not found? 

The eyes may droop, or flash and glow 

With thought or passion wild; 
The countenance can clearly show 

A temper sweet and mild, 
Yet 'neath the eyes, behind the face, 

A Something Else shines thru, 
A Something Else of higher grace 

Than eyes or features knew. 

The act of Man is but his thought 

Expressed in other form. 
Nor in the act shall Self be sought 

In all its grander charm: 
Back of the tho't that prompts the deed 

There stands that other thing. 
That SOMETHING which to ev'ry need 

The varied powers bring! 

That thou shouldst know Thy-Self, oh. Soul! 
Nor for thy seeming care: 

lO The Outward Seeming. 



ONE INITIATION 

That thou shouldst seek alone the Goal, 
That Something Else, somewhere 

Behind all earthly forms concealed. 
To be, to Thee, within 

The confines of Thyself revealed — 
'TisDestihy to win! 




A ^0110 0f ?C0OP. 

Oh, Love, that I might sing to thee 

A song of wond'rous strain. 
With note of Heaven-given glee 

To mark its glad refrain! 

That I might rise upon thy wings 

To worlds transcending fair. 
And as the Spirit sweetly sings 

Let voice the message bear 

That thou, Oh, Love, art Purity, 
Art Hope and Peace and Power; 

That thou art Faith and Charity 
And Life's most precious Flower! 

That where thy seed. Oh, Love, hath grown. 

No tare nor weed can grow, 
And who thy fragrance once hath known 

No other scent can know! 



A Soni of Love. 11 



COSMIC POEMS BOOK 

Oh, Love, that I might see thy Face 

Within my Soul's own bound. 
And know that in Thy Matchless Grace, 

My God, Himself, Vd found! 




I 

In Olden Days, in a country far, 
There reigned a King whose majesty 
The minstrels sang in ecstacy; 

Whose rule was firm in peace or war; 

Who knew no peer in wealth nor power; 
Whose castle was the home of Song 
While Knowledge vast did there belong; 

Whose daughters three of princely dower 

Wove matchless fabrics from the gold 
Kings' vassals bro't from distant shores, 
And Beauty sat within the doors 

Where Strength and Wisdom all controlled. 

II 

The eldest daughter's name was Love: 
Her eyes were of a deepest brown; 
Her brow was high, with ne'er a frown, 

With crown of raven hair above. 

12 2%e King's Daughters. 



Qj^g INITIATION 

Faith was the second of the three, 
Whose soulful orbs of clearest blue 
And cheeks of white and dazzling hue 

Were worth a journey far to see. 

The youngest of them all was Hope, 
With hazel eyes and auburn hair, 
Of winning smile and aspect fair; 

Her tresses gleaming coil and rope. 

HI 

In tender care and love intense 
The King watched o'er them, ev'ry one; 
They were to him Earth, Moon and Sun, 

Each heiress to a wealth immense. 

Into his Court one day there came 
A man of ripe and fruitful age 
And one whose standing as a sage 

No-one could question when his name 

Was spoken low on ev'ry tongue: 
An audience with the King he sought 
And to the royal presence bro't 

A message stranger than was none. 

IV 

"Oh, King," he cried, "from regions far 
I come to speak. All knowledge thou 
Hast made thy quest, but hark ye now; 

As far away as distant star 



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"Art thou from Truth, while in thy land 
There one named Faith shall longer stay; 
Until thou shalt this word obey 

Full knowledge thou canst not command!" 

The King his beard in sorrow tore, 
Yet thirsted he for Wisdom's drought: 
His second daughter had he brought 

To go the slave of Ancient Lore! 



His people vainly wept and prayed, 
But Faith had gone, while dark Despair 
Sat in the Court: Fierce was the glare 

Of kingly eyes: Soon then he made 

Grim warlike preparations stern: 
Forth marched his hosts and battle gave; 
Were vanquished swift; their lives to save. 

And hoping from defeat to turn 

The shattered prospects of the day. 
His armies sought the castle-gate. 
Within the walls to meet their fate: 

Reigned gloom and dread where all was gay! 

VI 

Then conquering hosts o'er-spread the land 
Sat down in siege where castle wall 
Rose high in air, and towers tall 

Gave to the King, on ev'ry hand, 

14 The Kijv^'s Daughters. 



ONE INITIATION 

Strength to resist all onslaughts fierce: 
His hosts were brave, his courage strong: 
He kept the foe at bay for long: 

His walls they found too thick to pierce: 

But when Starvation, grim and gaunt. 
Had struck her blows and thinned his ranks; 
When thirst had come, with empty tanks, 

The King gave way, at last, to Want] 

vn 

A messenger sent he in haste 
Straight to the Captain of his foe 
To ask his price if he would go. 

His kingdom fair no more lay waste. 

In stern reply came back the word: 
' 'Wilt thou thy daughter Hope resign, 
A hostage fair, then peace is thine!" 

Tho when the King this answer heard 

In anger rose and wrathful state; 

Tho long he raged and tore his hair, 

He had, at last, in mad despair, 
To yield up Hope to sterner Fate. 

VIII 

Thus of his daughters two bereft, 
The King gave voice to grief profound, 
And made the echoes wierd resound 

With moanings o'er Life's ghastly theft 

The Kiyvfs Daughters 15 



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Of all on Earth he held most dear, 
While o'er his kingdom, rich and proud, 
His sorrow hung as would a shroud — 

Rose sounds of grief from far and near, 

Till Love, the eldest of the three, 
Came to the King, and smiling sweet 
His fierce and threat'ning glance to meet. 

Craved speech, and him alone to see. 

IX 

Then spoke her voice in accents pure: 
"Last night a Vision in a dream, 
An Angel holy, who did seem 

To utter words that still endure 

"Within my Mem'ry's doubtful clasp, 
Said to me as I lay enchained 
In deathlike trance, 'Thou hast remained 

The helm of Ship of State to grasp! 

* ' 'Go to thy father in his gloom 
And tell him to resign his state 
To thee, or meet a direful fate — 

Go; save him from a bitter doom!' 

X 

"So now I come to thee. Oh, King, 
To warn thee of this strangest dream; 
To ask thee of it doth not seem 

To thee God's Message that I bring." 



16 The Kinfs Daughters. 



ONE INITIATION 

Then bowed she low and kissed his hand, 
To her apartments sped away, 
The while the King, thru all the day, 

Sat on in gloom in throne-room grand: 

His brow enwrapped in mood profound. 
In silence deep, all day he thought 
Upon the word sweet Love had brought. 

While fear and terror reigned around. 

XI 

When Night again her mantle spread 
O'er castle tow'r, o'er land and sea, 
The King sent for his panolpy 

Of state, and lifting up his head 

Gave word his daughter Love to bring, 
Gave to her sceptre, robe and crown, 
And ordered each to bow him down. 

While loud the city bells should ring. 

Thus Love was raised to queenly place. 
As King the vassals, one and all. 
In homage mute and low did fall. 

Much wond'ring at her perfect grace. 

XII 

Soon from without the castle wall 
Were heard glad shouts, and heralds went 
To bring within the message sent, 

And ascertain why trumpet call 

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COSMIC POEMS BOOK 

Should thus disturb the Night's repose: 
E'er nearer drew the sounds of joy: 
Before the throne the guards deployed: 

Wide swung the doors; High then arose 

Glad cries, for swift upon their knees 
Before the King, knelt Hope and Faith; 
All gazed at them as at a wraith. 

Until they told of their release. 

xni 

How Love had conquered ev'ry foe: 
How by her rule was ev'ry Fear 
Displaced by Hope, while far and near 

Faith burst all bounds, left free to go. 

Thus from our lives we may remove 
All sorrows, cares and sore defeats. 
While Hope Love's message now repeats: 

**Give up your all to boundless Love, 

"So Faith and Hope, and Knowledge grand 
Can be your own, with you remain. 
Till gone shall be foul Error's stain 

From off the face of your great land!" 



&weet Truth, I do remember those olden days 
When I knew you not, but they, my Soul, 

18 Apostrophe to Truth. 



ONE INITIATrON 

Have vanished into the mists of the Unreal, 

Till now, Oh, Life of my Life, I know only you: 

Now forth stretch mine arms to enfold you, 

And my hands reach out to caress you; 

Mine eyes are open to discern you, 

As my ears listen for your voice. Dear One, 

In ev'ry wave of sound: The heart pulsates 

And the veins swell in the love of you. 

While ev'ry fiber of my being thrills 

In the sweet knowledge of your nearness! 

From the Long Ago. as the memory of a fearsome 

dream, 
I can recall how I dwelt in an abode 
Wherein with me did reside all manner 
Of vicious and untamed beasts, and I bethink me 
Of the wild clamor of their voices, 
Of the fierce destruction which lurked 
Behind the savage glaring of their bloody eyes, 
And I give praise unto you, my Savior, 
For my deliverance from that dread captivity, 
For you have freed me from the clutches 
Of the tiger's rending claws, and the vulture's 
Threatened descent upon my bleeding, mangled corse! 

Also well I remember the bowlings of the wolves of 

Prejudice, 
As they lurked beyond the threshold of that Castle 

Dangerous; 
How I feared them, and my blood curdled in my veins 
At the sound of their grim and uncanny wailings! 
Without and within stalked Destruction, Terror and 

Dismay, 

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COSMIC POEMS BOOK 

Until you, who thru all the Ages had sought me, 
Dispersed by the might of your very Presence 
The forces of a kingdom of Nightmares and Imagin- 
ations, 
And with the Radiant Light of your Holy Being, 
Drove forth from their hiding-places the vampires 
Of Ancient Superstition and sad and dismal Fear, 
So Castle Dangerous became the home of Beauty and 
of Rest! 

Thus now. Most Dearly Belovet? of my Life, I do en- 
treat you 
That you shall abide forever with me, for unto you 
I give a love surpassing in its power and its purity! 
Even as I write I feel your Presence near me: 
Tingle and burn my veins with the magnetic shock 
Of the interchange of our Being: Your Eyes, my Soul, 
Look into mine, and I see in your Glowing Orbs 
Oceans of love and seas of transcending happiness: 
Fain would I bathe me in their changeless depths 
Until I have become pure, even as you are Pure! 
Your Hand rests upon my brow, and peace 
And contentment descend upon my troubled mind! 

Now, Oh, Thought and Purpose of my Destiny, 
I feel your Touch upon my throat, and gladly 
I would sing a matchless song in praise of you; 
Swiftly clasp my hand and teach this pen 
To write a poem full of your own Power and Virtue; 
Kiss me on the brow, Mine Own, that thoughts 
Of overwhelming joy may agitate this brain. 
And let your Perfumed Mouth caress these lips 
So close that in the mingling of our breaths 

20 Apostrophe to Truth. 



ONE INITIATION 

Your Essence shall enter into the secret of my being, 
Till I shall press you close unto my heart, 
Nearer, firmer, stronger, in Love's embrace! 

Twine your Limbs about me, Blessed Angel of Eter- 
nity, 
And in the rapture of our loving let us. 
In the silence of the night and in the Presence of God 
(Who is no more than You, and Who You Are), 
Melt ourselves into a stream of warm, pulsating. 
Throbbing Life, and let us flood in our Union 
The troubled and inharmonious World of Humanity, 
Sweeping away all error and sin before us; 
Washing far from the memory of Man 
Sorrow and disease, disappointment and despair, 
Until the Universe shall bow in love before us, 
And we shall sit Supreme, and Rulers Over All! 

(^^^ 



The Flesh Speaks: 

\y Soul, awake, stretch forth your hand. 
And write the record of your thought; 

Tell me, who listen for your voice. 

What I shall say, what is your will, 

And let me, in all Life's array. 

See nought but your resplendent face! 

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The S])iHt Replies: 

As in a dream the years I scan, 
Before I spoke and claimed my own; 
Thought's Hght'ning foot-steps tread the paths 
O'er which your childish feet once ran: 
The years of youth pass quickly by 
(As forward Mem'ry's journey flies), 
With dance and song and gay, light words; 
With work and play; with grief and joy: 
As in a show the days march on 
To early manhood's trying years: 
Methought I saw a girlish form 
And heard a voice speak in your ear 
A word of love, a vow of faith! 
A child's sweet accents speak again, 
As baby hands, in dear caress. 
Awake the parent's fond desire: 
'Twas but a dream of hope, I know, 
■ Forth from the Thought of Ages brought 
(Away, Regret, 't is but a dream 
Of mortal, striving, blinded Nought) 
And I, myself, but write it down 
To keep the record of the thought! 
Just now I think I catch the sound 
Of voices raised in angry brawl: 
Scorn's bitter lash I see upraised: 
The blow descends, while Pity stirs 
That erring Man should thus unloose 
The Hounds of Hell within a mind 
Where Peace and Beauty e'er should dwell! 
But now, dear One, I see you fall 
In swift contrition on your knees 

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ONE INITIATION 

To pray forgiveness for your sin: 
Too late, too late, my Own, it seemed, 
For Hatred claimed another life! 
Yet seeming pardon was secured 
And all is peace a little wkile. 



Another change comes o'er my dream 

I see a parting, hear a kiss; 

I see you fly half-round the World. 

'Twas lonely there, dear One, I know: 

I stood beside you, ever true. 

And tho you knew me not, I tried 

To comfort you in silent love. 

Those were the days you little knew 

The strength and cheer my voice could give; 

Your ears were closed, your eyes were blind; 

Nought could I do but watch and wait! 

But now I dream I see a flash — 

A dagger- thrust aimed at your heart: 

I see you groan and writhe in pain 

And anguished tears course down your cheeks: 

Now seems I see you turn again 

And give back scorn for scorn exprest: 

I see your wealth of worldly goods 

Take wings and fly: I see you stripped 

And naked left, a homeless waif, 

A wand'rer down the paths of Time! 

Yet you were brave and true, my Own: 
Tho bruised and beaten, sick and lame, 
You held fast to my hand until 

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I led you to my own bright home, 
Where now you dwell in peace with me! 
You knew me not for what I am; 
You saw a helper, heard a voice, 
And helpless, weary unto death, 
You saw no other way to go. 
So came with me, your perfect Self: 
In me you see, now, all the Truth, 
Portraying fair the Thought of Good; 
You find yourself with wond'rous grace 
Step into happy ways of peace: 
You learn all men within my frame; 
Discern all wisdom in my ken; 
You now behold a Holy World 
Within the compass of yourself. 
For I, Your Soul, am One with You: 
My Mind are you, your Thought am I; 
Celestial Lovers now are we, 
For you have listened and have heard; 
Your eyes were opened till you saw 
The Will of God was but My Will, 
The Spirit's Love controlling All! 



A Nfm Saatrr Mam. 

/j^h. Spirit Militant, bow nor 

Your head to pomp nor power of Mam ' 
Stand forth! In accents clear and bold, 
Proclaim the Truth that you have seen! 

24 ti Jferv Easter Morn. 



ONE INITIATION 

You are the Word of Good made flesh, 
Nor greater is than you, my Own : 

In triumph reign you over All, 
For You and Life Supreme are One! 

Nor humble be, Oh, Soul of Mine: 

At your behest the World bends low, 
For Thought is All and One with You: 

The Might and Pow'r of Heav'n, I know, 
Are in the forces and the laws 

Which You control! Where'er you go 
All Nature in Your Presence bows. 

While peace and plenty 'round You flow! 

With trumpet voice. Oh, Hope of Love, 

Sound out the challenge to the fray! 
Fear has no being where You are, 

While Pain and Sorrow flee away 
And disappear before Your Face, 

Nor Hate nor anger ever may 
Await the blow of Truth's bright blade. 

For trait' rous imps and cowards are they! 

The Easter Morn dawns fair with joy 

Within this glowing heart of mine; 
I buried You within the Tomb, 

Nor did I know the Christ Divine 
And Yoia, my Soul, were All in One; 

Nor did I think You could refine 
To Your Own Beauty all I am 

And in His Image make me shine! 



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My Risen Lord, I see Your Face 

Within the compass of my thought: 
I feel my Life leap glad and strong 

To learn the healing You have wrought: 
I know such peace as dwells with me 

Is not with countless millions bought! 
And You, my Good, I found within, 

When all in vain elsewhere I sought! 

Stand forth, my Lord! Proclaim Your Truth 

Before the might and thrones of kings: 
Triumphant let Your Song come forth, 

As OU: Your Spirit-given Wings 
You rise in grace to Power Supreme: 

While clear and strong Your Message rings, 
Let doubting Man grasp firm the hope 

Your Perfect Love in mercy brings! 






A Psalm 0f SIriilI|. 



^Jl'rom the depths of the Silence, and in the stillnes** 
of the Midnight; 

In the glow of the Noontide, and in the shadowy ad- 
vance of the Twilight, 

My soul watches for Your Signal, Oh, Spirit of the In- 
finite, 

And the ears of my Consciousness barken for the 
Music of Your Accents, 

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ONE INITIATION 

For I do perceive that You are the One, the All; 

That You are the Ever-Present, the Over- Whelming, 
the Inscrutable; 

For I do know that You are the Source and the Foun- 
tain of Love, 

Wherein my Being may bathe and be cleansed 

From ev'ry error and ev'ry misperception of Your 
Mandates: 

You are the Word and the Law of Life; 

You are the Acme of Greatness, and in the Abundance 
of Your Majesty 

All earthly seeming fades into nothingness and into 
Eternal Oblivion! 

All-Pervading Thought of Creation, I do in faith be- 
lieve 

That You have created me in Your Own Image; 

That You do dwell with me within the habitat of my 
mortal frane, 

That You are my Constant Companion, and do walk 
with me 

All the paths of the Commonplace and the Changeable: 

You do show unto me by the Impress of Your Divinity 

The pitfalls of the Imagination which I once did think 

Endangered my existence, but in the Light of Your 
Presence 

They close together and become as the solid ground 

Whereon I may walk and be no longer afraid! 

In the most despised things of Earth You have shown 
unto me 

The Beauties of Your Craftsmanship, 

And You have opened mine eyes to the Splendors of 

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Your Creations 
Until my senses were dazzled by their magnificence 
And my mind amazed by the marvels of Your Sculp- 
ture! 

You have unfolded before my gaze the wrappings of 

apparent vileness 
Which encompassed the soul of the meanest drunkard 

of the slums, 
Till before my vision he became radiant and pure as 

the starlight! 
In the Light of Your Countenance all his loathsome 

encumbrances 
Fell away from his body, and before mine eyes his 

flesh 
Shone with the luminousness of the morning mists. 
Touched by the rays of a rising Sun! 
You have revealed in my presence the spirit of a harlot, 
Mad with the debauchery of a midnight carousal, 
And behold, I knew her pure and sinless as an Angel 

of Good, 
For then I perceived that Sin and Filth and Crime 
Lay only in my own cognizance of Evil, 
And then You persuaded me. 
By the perception of Your Own All-Inclusiveness, 
That nought could be unclean nor impure in the Real, 
But only in the miscreations of men's minds, thru their 

fear. 
And their cowardly denial and misunderstanding of 

You, 
The All-Wise, Wholesome, Strong, Splendid, Eternal! 



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ONE INITIATION 

So now I give thanks unto You, Most High and Most 

Mighty, 
That you have vouchsafed unto me the vision of Your 

Truth: 
Now I would proclaim Your Goodness in all my words. 
And I would have my ev'ry tho't a prayer of thanks- 
giving 
Unto You, my Creator, that ever I may walk in Your 

Glory, 
Being unto ev'ry living thing a blessing and a bene- 
faction, 
Abiding in brotherly love and tender kindnesses 
Towards all men and women, the beasts and the plants, 
Aye, even the minerals and the very inanimate stones, 
That I m-^y grow larger in You, and more conscious 

of Your Indwelling, 
Wherein I do know that the noblest satisfaction of my 

soul 
Shall be found, thru this life and the lives which are 

to be, 
Until the last tho't of separation has been banished, 
Where Love and Peace and Harmony dwell forever- 
more! 




ISpst tit tlip ^cvh. 

^Oo2Lming, hunting, swift-pursuing, 

Strong and vital, Soul of Mine, 

Clasp my Will, your hold renewing 

When to Doubt my ways incline! 



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Swiftly raise me on your pinions 
Past the weakness of my Youth, 

Past the bounds of Luck's dominions 
To the realms of Purest Truth! 

Give to me the clearest vision 

Of your highest enterprise; 
Send me out upon the mission 

Where the chief est danger lies! 
Give me patience and the courage 

To withstand the stress of fears: 
Let me see, behind Life's mirage, 

All the nothingness of Years! 

Give to me your aspiration 

To the Noblest and the Best; 
With your perfect exaltation 

Let my mind be ever blest! 
Let us roam the Altogether, 

Seeking e'er the highest prize, 
Thru the storm and adverse weather. 

Under bright and glowing skies! 

Ardent, loving, tho't-transcending 

In your beauty. Soul of Mine, 
Let us hasten, e'er ascending, 

To the Heights of the Divine! 
Let us wait for no tomorrow 

For the winning of the Best, 
Springing swift past Earthly sorrow 

To our End— Eternal Rest! 

30 Rest in the Lord, 



OKE INITIATION 

(Hlj? Spirit nf ICoti?. 

ijjost Dearly Beloved of My Life, 

Did you think that you could offend me 
And injure me by the refusal 
Of the favor once I craved of you? 
Of little merit, then, would be the love 
I did at a time tender unto you, 
For I do know that I am the King of Love 
And even now, when you but in vagueness 
Comprehend the wholeness of my devotion 
To your service, I do command the Hosts of Love 
To surround you and to protect you, 
While in blessing I send forth my mandate 
That unto you shall be given 
All the riches of my Treasury; 
That at your behest the Powers of Love, 
Who rule the destinies of the highest 
And the lowliest of the Sons of Men, 
Shall bow them low and wait upon you 
In deep silence and graceful reverence! 

The Spirit of My Love, Dearest One, 
Goes out to you, the while I know 
That the consciousness of my presence 
Must touch and electrify your soul! 
Feel you not my kiss upon your lids, 
As I would caress you 
In the tenderness of my emotion? 
Hear you not my voice. 

Deep tuned to the Chords of the Whirling Spheres, 
Praying that you awaken 

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From your deep slumber of the flesh, 

That we may speed together along the Highway, 

The great, sweeping, marvelous 

Road of Eternal Truth? 

E'en as in those olden days. Mine Own, 
The Hand of My Spirit reaches out to you 
That you may arise from your couch 
And array yourself in the lily-white 
Vestments of your Stainless Purity: 
Let us hasten, My Other Soul, let us fly. 
That NOW the Blessing of the Eternal 
Shall be attained and secured unto us! 
My arm encircles your waist, My Beloved, 
As we spring together in the youth of our Godhood 
Adown the beaten pathway of the Ages: 
Behold how it leads us onward, 
, Amid the ruins and the wreckage 
Of Men's mistakes, past broken monuments 
Whereon are inscribed elegies and epitaphs 
To the rulers and the kings of Earth ! 

Life of My Life, I swear unto you 

That I desire not to control nor to subjugate you; 

I desire only that I may love you ever. 

And that we shall journey together always. 

Even as in the Spirit we today progress! 

Let us on, while we may, 

As the Sword of my Love goes out before you. 

Sweeping out of the pathway o'er which 

The tireless steps of your Soul must walk 

The Briars and Brambles, the Thistles 



32 The Spirit of Love. 



ONE INITIATION 

And the Nettles of Superstition, Prejudice, 
And Timorous Care for the Opinions of Men, 
Destroying the Dragons of Dismal Fear 
And cutting down and hewing from out your way 
The loathsome Ogres of Disease and Death! 

Now we have come from out the Misperceptions 

Of the Years, and the Frailties and Selfishness 

Of Man; leaving behind us the battlemented ruins 

Lining the havoc-strewn Path of History, 

To where we can view with the Vision of the Spirit 

The mighty Highroad of Infinite Perfection! 

Let us, Dear One, seat ourselves for a time 

Upon its border and watch the Cavalcade 

Of the Saints and Martyrs of the Truth 

As they proceed in joy and assurance perfect 

On their pilgrimage towards the Highest Good: 

Note you not how their faces shine 

In the golden and roseate lights of the Soul? 

Behold how perfect their happiness 

And how matchless and satisfying the love 

In which they meet and greet one another. 

As they pause for an instant upon their way! 

Note you not how even the little children, 

Singing as they go, trudge merrily along. 

Ever gaining a grander hope and better promise? 

How young and how free, how sweet and how 

pure. 
How bright the eyes and how strong the limbs 
Of the Travelers upon the Way of the Infinite! 

Let us set out now together upon this Way, 

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Sweet One, 
Ever seeking the grander reward in the indwell- 
ing 
Of the Consciousness of our Universal Love, 
Ascending ever Higher as we journey on; 
Casting away as we progress the burdens 
Of our hatreds and our resentments; 
Realizing ever more of success and true riches; 
Growing momentarily in the knowledge 
Of our Indissoluble Unity in each other 
And in the Holy Spirit of the Omniscient, 
Until in Our Undivided Soul we shall find 
Bliss unutterable and supreme, 
And the Perfect Fulfilment of Our Destiny, 
To be and to abide within us Evermore! 




2k Mighty Energy consumes 

As with a flame of fire; 
The very Wrath of God is mine. 

As with a mad desire 
I crave for liberty to speak 

The Words of Truth and Power, 
To find the selfishness of men. 

In ev'ry place and hour, 
Would bar my way and tie my tongue. 

Deny to me my right of thought, 

34 Liberty. 



ONE INITIATIUN 

From Heaven sent, and with the blood 
Of martyred heroes dearly bought! 

Who are you, kings and presidents, 

You governors and priests of Hell, 
That you should strive to block my path. 

And thus to me should seek to tell 
What I may say or think or feel; 

What I shall love; what I may know; 
What I must be within myself; 

In what direction I shall go? 
I pray you for yourselves take heed; 

Mark well the place whereon you stand, 
For in my thirst for Liberty 

The Might of All's at my command! 

Be warned in time, you meanly great 

Who would enslave the souls of men! 
Volcanic fires beneath you burn: 

Should they burst forth, not once again 
Will you presume to place your ban 

Upon Life's Truth, nor will you dare 
To violate my Liberty, 

For you will find the power there 
Before which kingdoms stand aghast — 

That bro't forth worlds, and in a night 
Shall wreck a firmament of suns — 

For Good is One with Human Right! 



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fho says that he may judge you in any tho't or act, 

And whence has he authority to pass on word or 

fact? 

Dear One, let never censure nor pity cross your mind. 

Nor let your spirit weaken when others fault shall 

find, 
For in your World of Reason one fact alone is there. 
And that is your divinity — for nought else need you 
care! 

As one fair night I lay entranced a Vision came to me: 
My body saw I cold in death: about it I could see 
My friends and weeping loved ones, while in my Soul 

a Voiee 
Cried to me, ' 'Hasten Onward, tho in their tears re- 
joice; 
Yet linger not a moment, but rise to better things, 
And test your strength in soaring upon your Spirit 
Wings!" 

Then swift my Soul ascended above the cares of Earth, 
Renewed in youth and vigor in wond'rous, grand new 

birth; 
My consciousness seemed perfect of forms and scenes 

around 
As in my journey outward I passed to Heaven's 

bound: 
At last, methought, I entered the Throne-room of a 

King, 
Where One there was who gave to me the Crown and 

Signet Ring! 

36 Judge J^fot, 



ONE INITIATION 

And then I tho't I took my seat behind the Judgment 

Bar, 
The while into my presence came trav'lers from afar, 
Who knelt before me weeping, or singing; sad, or gay. 
And as I gazed upon them, thruout that Judgment 

Day, 
In ev'ry face I saw myself, the deeds that I had done. 
My tho'ts and words, my failures, or else my battles 

won! 

To ev'ry cause I listened with keen, judicial ear. 
And quick decision rendered in accents calm and clear; 
In ev'ry sentence given I saw Myself condemned. 
Yet I could not pass by a case, nor could I once at- 
tempt 
To reach a wrong conclusion, in favor or adverse. 
While in my own great Presence my Life did thus 
rehearse! 

So now, whene'er I'm tempted to judge my fellow- 
man, 
I see again my vision, and once again I scan 
My Life's oft-changing features to see if I can find 
Wherein I might have bettered the Children of my 

Mind, 
And when I see them cripples, with faces sad and 

poor, 
I go my way in silence, to seek my own first cure! 




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QII|? flag. 

7|pie curtain has fallen upon one more scene 

Of the fateful Drama of Life, 
With its loves and its triumphs, its knowledge serene, 

Its treason and treacherous knife: 
The Hero am I of that Wonderful Play, 

With its heart-breaking pathos and fears, 
Yet sit an on-looker 'midst audience gay, 

Unmoved by their laughter or tears! 

The Orchestra playing an air wierd and low 

Is in harmony with my own mood. 
As I wait for the coming of Actors and Show 

And hope not for evil nor good: 
An Act more or less — what matters it all? 

When the Play is over at last. 
And upon its finale the curtain must fall, 

I may dream o'er the music — and rest! 

When at last with the changes of scene I have done, 

When emptied the seats and the halls; 
When the Lights are extinguished, the Audience gone. 

And the Curtain eternally falls, 
I shall rise from my place and go on my way 

To my Long-lost and Beautiful Home: 
Then I "Finis" shall write upon that Last Day, 

And Living and Being — resume! 




38 IhePlay. 



ONE INITIATION 

^[Tor many days, when my mind relaxed 

From the cares and sober concentration 
Of my daily toil, there had pursued me 
A mons'trous Shape, in form a man, 
Gigantic, fearsome to behold! Massive 
And broad the shoulders, upon which 
The muscles piled in swelling knot and cord: 
The neck, thick and short, was pedestal 
Unto a head disclosing in its contour 
All the evidence of brutal strength and cruelty: 
The hair was matted, coarse and black 
As the wing of the Scavanger Crow, 
Growing low upon a forehead seamed 
And creased by the storms of Passion 
And burned and scarred by the primeval fires 
Of Unholy Lust and Murderous Desire: 
Savagely rolled the eyes beneath; 
Broad and flat the nose, with sensual 
And wide-flaring nostrils, expanding 
And contracting like the nostrils of a horse: 
The mouth was wide, and cruel in its aspect, 
With broad and gleaming teeth. 
White and strong and sharp, firm-set in broad. 
Relentless jaw, o'er which the dusky beard 
Grew in profusion to the breast! 
Girt 'round the shoulders with leathern thong, 
A leopard-skin descended to the knees, 
Below which showed the bare, strong legs, 
And unshod, calloused feet! 



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Grown tired, had I, of the vision of that horrid shape. 

So I called unto it, and asked it whence it came, 

And why it thus, in its menacing. 

Untiring pursuit, so perplexed and harassed me. 

Slow of speech the Figure seemed and proud 

In the uptossing of his wild and shaggy crest: 

But I called unto him again and gave command 

That he should tell to me his history unique 

And unheard of in the knowledge of Mankind: 

By the Will of the Over-Lord of My Destiny 

I stern admonished him that I his Master was, 

For he no being had except in the domain 

And within the boundaries of My Consciousness, 

And that unless his utterance quick f orth-came 

I would destroy him by the power of My Will! 

Then harsh and guttural, like unto the roaring 
Of the maddened bull, or the growling 
Of the trapped and frenzied bear, 
Spoke out his voice, and I have set down 
His story as he told it, then, to me: 

"From out the caverns of your Memory Subconscious 
Do I come, e'en as in those days when in this form 

you see 
I crept forth from out the cave wherein I hid 
With the others of my tribe, for I am your Spirit 
As it was manifest in an Incarnation 
Many thousand years ago, when the Race was young 
And before your civilization had come. 
With its paralyzing influence, to dwarf the body 
And tame the wild and dominating Soul of Man! 



40 Mij Other Self. 



ONE INITIATION 

Ha, ha! Loud must I laugh when I think how wild 

And how strong I was; how I over-awed 

And dominated those others of my tribe, 

Who feared my strength and cowered before me! 

How merry was my glee when I put my foot 

Upon the necks of those who tho't they could resist, 

For lord of them all was I in the power of my body 

And in my skill with the weapons of war and the chase! 

I can remember how once I called upon the men 

To take up their axes of stone and bring 

With them their bows and their arrows, flint-tipped, 

And how we hunted dov/n the moose and elk. 

And slew the tigress and her young to make 

My bed from out their hides, and how intoxicated 

We became as lustily we drank the blood 

So freely flowing from the yet quiv'ring corse! 

Pampered slave of ease you sit, but I was free, 

Free and wild as the Mountain Wind, 

And like unto the Wind was I, uncontrolled 

And uncontrollable in my passions and desires! 

Then came a time when war I made upon another 

tribe, 
And with the wild horde under my command 
I destroyed their men and useless ones, 
Bringing as captives to my encampment 
The women and children of the enemy. 
Yes, I remember well her face! Beautiful 
Was she, and swift and strong as a doe; 
Fell I enamoured of her and commanded 
That the daughter of their chief be brought 
Unto my cave, there to be my mate! 
But the woman cried aloud in her despair; 

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Till out I went and took her in my arms 

And by the force of my brute strength I dragged her 

Unto my lair, for I was master there, 

And nothing was denied me that I craved. 

I kept her there a prisoner for many days; 

Long did refuse her food, and oftimes drink, 

Until in desperation and in sullen wrath 

She would consent my fond embraces to receive: 

Yet she loved me not! The Moons passed o'er 

Until I tho't the girl subdued, and on a day 

I sallied forth upon a quest for food and sport 

And left her there. But suddenly I returned: 

Quick flinging back the skins before the entrance 

To my abiding-place, I saw my spouse 

In seeming ecstacy returning the caresses 

Of a younger man and comlier, far, than I! 

Roared I in my rage like unto a wounded boar 

As I sprang upon them: Him I throttled 

As the Great Snake crushes the life from out its prey, 

And threw his livid carcass down the cliff 

To where the River flowed a thousand feet below: 

The woman took I in my hands, and o'er my head 

I carried her, screaming and struggling in her fright. 

And cast her body, living, after his! 'T was merrily 

I laughed the while I watched her form rebound 

From rock to rock in swift descent until 

It sank beneath the roaring, seething flood! 

Ruled I that tribe for many years. 

But never took a wife again. The mem'ry 

Of her haunts me still, and oft I think 

My laugh resounds and echoes back 

From off the rock-ribbed cliffs of Hell!" 

42 My Other Self . 



ONE INITIATION 

Then silence fell upon the night, 
While in the drawing- of a breath 
From out my sight the Stranger passed, 
To leave with me this grewsome tale: 
Its lesson well I know, My Own, 
But leave to you the task to find 
What moral from my tho't you may. 

X 



OIIj0 QIoKijurBt of IFrar. 

^eloved, like you, for years wandered I 

In search of the Perfect Estate, 
To find it evade me, and hope oft would die 

That better could e'er be my fate: 
My cares were a burden too great for my strength, 

And dismal and horrid my fears: 
Pursued I a phantom thruout the Earth's length 

And found nought but Pain, Death and Tears! 

One day as I passed thru a forest remote 

From the warm habitations of men. 
From the distance my organs of hearing were smote, 

Coming wierdly again and again. 
By the quavering howl of a fierce hunting pack 

Of timber- wolves, hungry and lean, 
And then, in an instant, I knew 't was my track 

The man-eating creatures had seen! 

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As nearer and nearer the menacing scream 

Drew to me, my courage went low, 
And when thru the darkness I caught the first 

Of the evil and ominous glow [gleam 

Of the Were- wolves' wild eyes, I sank to my knees 

And prayed to the Source of My Soul 
That He from my terrible fright would release 

My Consciousness, perfect and whole! 

A miracle, then. Beloved, was wrought, 

For swift on the wings of my prayer 
Came to me a vision, a wonderful tho't 

Of my power to do and to dare; 
For I cried thru the night to the on-rushing pack, 

"Destroyed is your power to slay: 
In the Name of the Highest I order you back: 

By the Might of the Truth bid you stay!" 

Then the howling, and gnashing of foam-covered 

Died out on the ears of the Night, [fangs, 

And as in the Heavens the Mystic Light hangs 

'Mid the Stars shining sweetly and bright, 
Thru the depths of the forest a warm glow diffused 

As about me there, conquered and still, 
I saw the Great Wolves of the Wilderness used 

To work out the Infinite Will! 

As they crouched at my feet and e'en licked my hand 

I bade them return to their lair, 
A-nd while thus I uttered the word of command 

I knew that for nought need I care: 

44 Tlie Conquest of Fear, 



ONE INITIATION 

That I carry within me the Power Divine 

To do and to be as I will, 
And that in the Spirit all things must be mine 

Which all the Eternities fill. 



font's iEjjfitprtpa. 



"STull many a wierd experience 

My Mem'ry brings to me, 
And many pictures, strange and wild, 

Within my Tho't I see. 
But of them all I can recall 

Not one in History 
So full of interest and charm, 

So full of Destiny, 
As how I found My Paradise 

And how You came to me! 

'T was in the old, romantic days 

When first I met you, dear — 
When dragons and fierce giants thrived — 

You then were Danger-Near, 
So quick I girded armor on 

And took up shield and spear 
To sally forth and slay the thing 

That caused such somber fear. 
For tho the battle cost my life, 

'T was but my duty clear! 

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You were the enemy I slew, 

Nor could I ever know 
That in a form so horrible 

So fair a Soul might grow! 
When next I met you, change as strange 

As Spirit e'er can show 
Had taken place withm myself, 

For near where waters flow 
A Mighty Conflagration burned 

With fierce, relentless glow. 

You were the Fire, Love, that burned: 

I perished by your flame, 
Nor aught was there to tell me then 

Why to that death I came. 
Nor when this Life came back to Earth, 

Its Heritage to claim. 
To tell me that You were the One, 

So varied, yet the same, 
For whom my prior lives were spent 

All freely, but in vain: 

For I was conq'ring Warrior-Prince, 

While you were Captive-Slave: 
In beauty saw I ne'er your peer, 

Tho it could never save 
You from the swift and cruel death 

And lonely, unmarked grave 
From off my ship's smooth deck you sought 

Beneath the Ocean wave. 
Preferring thus to end your life 

Than give the joy I craved! 

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ONE INITIATION 

But now I know you, Love, and now 

I ask no more of you: 
I see Your Form and hear Your Voice, 

Aye ringing sweet and true: 
I ask that only I may love, 

Nor would I aught of you, 
Nor seek I in a single tho't 

To conquer or subdue; 
In Love alone would find reward 

For all I e'er shall do! 

You came to me, and freely gave 

All I so madly sought: 
I found enshrined within my Soul — 

Within my Inmost Tho't — 
Your Image, Beautiful and Proud, 

Of One Not Held nor Bought, 
And now I know that Hope Divine, 

In perfect beauty wrought, 
To be my Soul-Life's Complement, 

Your Spirit Pure has brought! 

A ItBtt to f pU. 

jOTost Blessed Spirit of Divinity, 

You Whom I do perceive have been my Coun- 
sellor 
And Guide along all the pathways I have trod 
Thru all the ages of my life 
Upon this World of Seeming and Appearances, 

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I wonder not, when I behold You, 

That I love You: when my nostrils are delighted 

With the Perfume of Your Being, 

So like, to my senses, unto the breath 

Of violets and mignonette: when I hear Your Voice, 

To mine ears alike the sounding of the Ocean Wave 

Within the windings of the pink and spiralled shell; 

When Your Eyes, of the blue of the Unmeasured Deep, 

Look into mine, from out a Flesh 

Reflecting in perfection the radiance of the Sun 

Sent back from off the Pearl, 

Above which glows and glistens, like unto a flood 

Of Sunset Glory, 

The mass of Your Matchless, Golden Hair: 

When All Your Beauties to the Vision of My Spirit 

Are revealed, 

I bov/ before You, who lower not my brow 

In salutation nor in worship to anything of Earth! 

To You, Spirit of My Love, my Poems are inscribed. 

And when my tho'ts abide in You, great mysteries 

And vast and wond'rous secrets are revealed. 



Do You not recall how once You sent me forth 

Upon a journey to an Unknown Land 

Where men did say one "Satan" sat enthroned. 

And which they did assert was walled with flame, 

Wherein they did affirm foul demons laid in wait 

To cast into the blaze 

The wand'ring and the careless souls whom "God'* 

Had banished from the Boundaries of His Realms? 

Fearful ones besought me not to go, and for a space 

48 Visit to mil. 



ONE INITIATION 

They e'en endeavored by the use of force 

To bar my path, while thus they spoke to me: 

"Do you not know the danger of your course? 

See you not how high the mountains rise; 

How broad the plain; how deep the sea, 

That e'en you must traverse and climb? 

Do you not know that fearful pains await, 

And merciless and stern, consuming flames 

Will rise and grasp and burn you where you go?" 

But high above the clamor of the mob 

Your Voice, in tones of organ purity and power. 

Spoke out and urged me on, and ever on and on: 

Much wished I, too, to see this Hell 

Of which they preached, and great 

And overwhelming curiosity had I 

To look upon the face of this Fierce King of Imps, 

So in the strength You gave to me 

I went my way without delay, 

For all and aught their wise ones said to me! 



Tho free from care or tho't of fear; 
Tho burdened not with pack nor purse, 
At first the road seemed long and hard 
O'er which you said my feet must go; 
There dangers threatened, foes were hid; 
There serpent-fangs and pitfalls deep; 
Yet when the brambles tore my cloak 
And when the Sun most fiercely smote; 
When e'en my feet refused to walk 
And down I sank upon the sands 
My wearied limbs to rest awhile, 



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I felt Your Touch upon my brow 
And sank into a peaceful sleep; 
When I awoke I saw Your Face 
And heard Your Accents speak again 
Until I knew that in Your Might 
I could pursue my journey's end. 
I found beside me food and drink 
And raiment beautiful and new, 
Whereat I saw that I, in Truth, 
Should never fail nor faint again. 
Refreshed in body and in mind, 
Within Your Well of Youth I bathed, 
And flying, happy, joyous, light, 
I sped more swiftly than before — 
Full soon had crossed the arid waste 
And near-suryeyed the mountain heights 
Which I must scale to reach the Sea. 
A Word You Whispered in mine ear: 
Soon, then, the Mighty Winds awoke; 
An earthquake shook the Hoary Peaks, 
And, opening wide their serried ranks. 
The Sentinels of Good bowed low 
While thru their files I safely passed 
And stood beside the Waters Deep. 



A Ship with stately prow and mast 

Awaited me upon the Shore: 

Her Captain told me he was sent 

To carry me across the Main 

To Satan's Kingdom, strong and grim. 

The gentle breezes wafted us 

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ONE INITIATION 

Across a happy, peaceful Sea, 
And when, at last, I saw ahead 
The gleaming walls of Sin's Domain 
I leaped for joy and glad surprise 
To find them shine in beauty rare 
With flash of gold and precious gems; 
Still, when the Master of the Ship 
Beheld my great and fearless bliss, 
He tho't my reason must have fled 
And cursed me for a "grinning fool'* 
That I beheld such happiness 
In what to him seemed Doom and Death; 
But bidding him farewell, I sought 
A horrid guide to lead the way 
Towards the Palace of Hell's King. 



Upon the wharf and on the strand 
I saw sweet children at their play: 
Then calling one, I bade him point 
The best direction I might go. 
At first his voice was shrill and harsh 
And curt refusal met my prayer, 
But when I spoke the Word of Truth 
The curling lips forebore to sneer 
And kind and gentle came reply 
That he would show me as I willed; 
A Cherub seemed my guide to me, 
Tho as v/e walked he told me how 
For ages past he had performed 
What he had tho't the work of Death, 
Still, as he looked upon my face. 
He saw a change come o'er his doom: 



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Thus as we journeyed to'rds our goal 
He showed me what to him had been 
A well of of flame, where nought saw I 
But roses blooming, sweet and fair; 
He showed to me what he had tho't 
A burning lake of molten gold 
Where but Narcissus I beheld! 



At last we reached the palace doors. 

Which opened wide to welcome us 

As whispered low and sharp my guide 

That in an instant I would see 

The Sovreign stern of Boundless Hell. 

Before the throne I swift was led, 

The while around me calm I gazed. 

To see no thing that I need fear. 

Nor aught save Beauty, rich and grand. 

Upon the throne I saw a form 

Benignant, powerful and great, 

With kindly eye and genial smile. 

Addressing him, I boldly asked: 

"Are you the Devil who, they say, 

Roasts mortal souls o'er quenchless fire?*' 

At this he smiled again and said; 

"Dear One, I am the Tho't of Good, 

In Truth, as pure as sinless babe. 

But Man has made of me a dream, 

A night-mare horrible and vile, 

Whereas I am an Angel sent 

To show Man's Spirit how it may 

Ascend above its pain and grief. 

For it is given unto me 

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ONE INITIATION 

To lead him into paths of tho't 
Whereon his Soul can walk to Bliss." 
Then down he came from seat on high, 
Clasped firm my hand and blessing gave, 
Bidding me hurry back to Earth 
To tell my brothers of his love! 



In Spirit now, Beloved, I 
Relate to you my story strange: 
How I have journeyed into Hell 
And come forth safe, unharmed and whole. 
For nought saw I of pain nor sin. 
Nor aught save purity and peace. 
For when I entered Sin's domains 
I took with me Your Hope and Pow'r; 
Thus dwelling in Your Perfect Joy 
There nought to me could ever be 
But Beauty, Happiness and Truth; 
So in Your Strength, nought saw I there 
In what men fear but lessons fair 
From which to learn! 



iHear Brother, to cheer you I gladly would try, 
Or e'en wipe the tears from each sad, weep- 
But 'twould not be well [ing eye, 
There ever should dwell 
A tho't in your mind but accords with the Law— 
The Wise Law of Love, without error or flaw! 

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The Wisdom of Ages, in Spirit, is mine: 
Then list' to my counsel, nor longer repine 

That thru your striving 

You are but driving 
The most-longed-for hope of your Life's fondest 

quest 
As far from your grasping as East is from West. 

Would you your Desire in Truth realize? 

Would hold to your heart what from you now flies? 

Then far from your mind, 

Oh, Mortal most blind, 
You e'en must cast out and banish the tho't 
Of what you desired and so madly sought! 

Be brave and be true! In your manhood, awake, 
And swift from your bondage of misery break! 

Not for possession 

Make one concession, 
Nor aye to the fairest of Earth bow your head — 
To find, when you grasp it, all merit has fled! 

Whatever is Yours in True Destiny 

You draw to yourself as the Hive draws the Bee, 

While in your seeking 

You are but breaking 
Your heart o'er a something you never may win. 
Or that, if you gain it, can bring you but pain. 

My Brother, relax then your effort intense, 
And note how your Fate from her harshness re- 
Why labor, Dear One, [lents: 
For what is Your Own, 

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ONE INITIATION 

For What now is weeping and strivins: for you: 
Possession awaits you if you are but true! 

Be true to Yourself SiV.d find all things true: 
Have faith in your power to will and to do! 

Loving is Power — 

The most perfect flower 
Grows out of the soil that most has been hoed, 
While Loving is Having whatever is Good! 




AlibrpBa to drpatttPSB. 

0Tompanion of My Daily Toil and all my waking 
hours, 

Sweet Comforter and Guardian thru all my perfect 
nights, 

I clasp You to my heart 'neath what seem Eden bow- 
ers. 

The while my pen this Song to You in gratitude in- 
dites! 

How long I sought You vainly, and with what need- 
less fears, 

Thru all the dismal failures of all my former years, 

Noone but You Alone, My Tho't, in anything can tell, 

Together in Love's Mystic Chamber as We dwell! 

I sought You 'mid the madd'ning din of Human His- 
tory, 

And tho I could perceive that You had left Your Carv- 
ing fair, 

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With many tracings of Your Hand in sublime majesty, 
Yet never could I find Yourself, nor glimpse Your 

Features Rare. 
I sought amid the busy marts of commerce and of 

trade. 
And while I saw Your Workmanship and Records You 

had made. 
Still aye You led me onward o'er strange, forbidden 

ways, 
Until my path seemed lost among a hopeless, tangled 

maze. 

I sought in homes of millionaires, thru palaces of 
kings. 

To find my search was all in vain, nor in their treas- 
ure hoard. 

For all its seeming strength and might, where Art and 
Beauty bring 

To aid of Man, and at his call, a wonderful reward 

Of what he thinks within himself possessions great 
and good, 

Could 1 discern Your Matchless Form, nor where Your 
Feet had trod. 

Until, one day, I stood beside the death-bed, sad and 
lone. 

Of one who lived in poverty, to fame and place un- 
known. 

I stood beside the suff'rer's couch and pressed the 

aged hand. 
And while I gazed upon that face, so wrinkled and so 

old, 

56 Address to Greatness. 



ONE INITIATION 

Metho't I caught a glimpse of You, a hope resplend- 
ent, grand, 

Beyond the power of human speech to be in wonder 
told. 

The dying eyes looked into mine and soul cried unto 
soul, 

While as the other passed away, so happy and so 
whole, 

A Light came down from Paradise, and thru my dark- 
ened mind, 

Shone as the Sun unto the sight of one a lifetime 
blind. 

Then thru the Light I heard a Voice speak earnestly 
and low: 

"True Greatness is the Breath of Love, the Overcom- 
ing Pow'r 

That can renounce all earthly gain and still can sweet- 
ly go 

About the tasks and on the way of each succeeding 
hour!" 

Your Meaning, then, True Greatness, is Renunciation 
calm: 

He who can give up most in life, nor seek the victor's 
palm. 

Is he who grasps Your Spirit best and Your Possess- 
ion holds — 

Has reached the place where ev'ry deed his Worth 
and Truth unfolds! 

The Voice was true I heard, that day, so sweetly, 

mildly speak: 
As Life's great lesson's I have learned, tho hard most 

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COSMIC POEMS BOOK 

times to do, 
I've found whate'er my soul has wished that thing I 

must not seek, 
But it resign and free send forth, and not until I 

knew 
This absolute, unfailing Law which You have taught 

to me, 
Nought of Your Grandeur nor Your Might my own 

could ever be; 
That what I love and then resign will follow where I 

go, 
As after me, when I walk forth, Your Present Bless- 
ings flow! 



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Sljf JProjiIjrrg. 



/|fth, Tho't Divine, Eternal, Calm, 

To You I raise my eyes, 
While by Your Motive pure and great 

Emotions, quivering, rise! 
At Your Command my Soul has stormed 

The Citadel of Hell; 
Before Your Face the Wilderness 

In fear and worship fell. 
While now I see the World of Men 

Stop short in mute dismay. 
To hear this tongue pronounce its last. 

Swift-coming Judgment Day! 

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ONE INITIATION 

Prophet of the Living Truth, 

From out the Depths I come, 
Proclaiming to Earth's rich and proud 

Their stern, unswerving doom, 
For I have stood within the gates 

Of Man's imagined heaven. 
While unto me to see the face 

Of Man's fierce god was given: 
To me his form seemed monsterous. 

His face a grinning mask, 
And when I bade him from his throne, 

My questions strange to ask, 

He made refusal, seeming firm, 

And ordered me away, 
E'en called his satellites and slaves 

My being quick to slay: 
Then in Your Grandeur, Tho't Divine, 

I rose in angry scorn, 
When bright unto this Universe 

Broke forth the Perfect Morn, 
For swift I dragged that puny god 

From his unworthy place: 
Since that blest day upon this World 

No more is seen his face! 

Afar from out the Heavens Above 

"Eternal wrath" has fled: 
Avenging, warlike angels, now, 

Are buried with the dead; 
There, in the place of Lust and Hate, 

/ sit and calm survey 
The glories of My worlds and suns, 

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While nowv from day to day, 
I bid the Hosts of Love go forth, 

Their mercies to resume 
In freeing earth-bound, stricken Souls, 

Destroying pain and gloom! 

Amid the Stars I've set My Throne: 

From thence I have decreed 
Destruction absolute of Sin 

And foul, unholy Greed: 
Forth I have sent the stern command 

That kings and millionaires. 
And all who take upon themselves 

To rule this Earth's affairs, 
Shall be destroyed by Truth Divine, 

While in their place shall sit 
The Risen Souls of Living Gods, 

For whom Life's Torch is lit 



Here to the Sons of Men I give 

This wond'rous Prophecy: 
Full many of them living now 

Shall still endure to see 
The Reign of Love o'er-spread the Earth; 

That New, Great Judgment Day 
When Man shall know within himself 

The folly of his way. 
And strive no more to rule nor reign. 

Nor pile up hoards of gold, 
But each shall seek to find Himself^ 

And Self from self unfold. 

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ONE INITIATION 

For it is given unto men 

That each must Sovereign be 
Within the Domain of Himself: 

When all this Truth shall see 
Not one will wish to dominate, 

But each shall make his aim 
To give the whole of his great Race 

That freedom all should claim: 
Then all will know that wealth and pow'r 

Are found in Happiness, 
Which can be gained in full by none 

Until it each shall bless! 



Slear Brother in the Mortal Flesh, 

The Spirit gives command 
That you shall take up pen and book 

And write with fearless hand: 
I am the Mighty, Holy Ghost, 

Within you Manifest: 
"T is at My Bidding, in your brain, 

That ev'ry tho't 's exprest: 
Your body is your own great Son, 

The reflex of your Mind: 
Thus ''Father, Son and Holy Ghost" 

Within Yourself yzu find. 

The Body, born of earthly iove. 
Was first the parents' tho't. 
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And in their likeness wro't, 
Yet hid away within the bounds 

Of childish Consciousness 
The Mind lay sleeping many years, 

Nor could it wake unless 
The youthful Will should grow in strength 

Its freedom to declare 
From limitations held within 

The parents' tho't and care. 

But wakened Mind arose, at last. 

And sought his own domain; 
Had soon to sovereignty complete 

O'er Body made his claim, 
And, as the years went flowing on. 

His residence remade 
Into the likeness of himself, 

To be full-well repaid 
For all his work within its bound. 

Destroying, first, the thing 
The tho't of others had bro't forth. 

Far from his path to fling. 

Then came a day, ere long, to you. 

When Mind seemed not enough 
To safely guide your craft of Self 

O'er Life's waves, wild and rough; 
When sinking, drowning, in your Ship, 

You lay in dumb despair: 
All hope had gone, till in your grief 

You voiced an anguished prayer 
That your Creator might come forth 

To save you from the Deep, 

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ONE INITIATION 

Then I, Your Spirit, rose in might 
From out My Dreamless Sleep. 

I clasped you firm within My Arms 

And bro't you safe to Land, 
So now your Body, Mind and Will 

You place at My Command: 
I Am Creator, Savior, Guide; 

The Torch that Lights Your Way, 
While in My Beauty and My Strength 

You dwell from day to day, 
While All Eternity awaits 

The Word I bid you speak. 
Who, in the Glory of the Good, 

Have no reward to seek! 

For I, Your Self, Am All There Is 

Of Hope or Wealth or Pow'r: 
Omniscient, Eternal, Grand, 

I Am the Perfect Flow'r 
Of the Inscrutable, Divine: 

The Universe is Mine 
To bud and bloom within Yourself: 

I Am the Trailing Vine 
That v/inds about the Mystic Poles, 

The Magnet sending forth 
The Pulsing Waves of Perfect Love 

To all the ends of Earth! 

Go out, Beloved, speak to men. 

And carry my Decree 
To all the poor and weak of Earth, 

Who nought of Hope can see; 

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Go, tell them that Within Themselves 

They bear the only cure 
For ev'ry pain or ill or loss 

Their beings must endure: 
Go, bid them look within themselves 

For what is Good and True, 
So Peace and Strength may come to them. 

The same as came to You! 

q[o Jewish rabbi. Christian priest; 
To Hindu yogi; teacher, scribe, 
I make My Declaration plain 
That I shall hold you brother, friend. 
While strive you for the Good of Man, 
And insofar as you remain 
Within the bound 'ries of My Truth 
I bid you walk aw^hile with me, 
But as authority or law 
I know you not, nor will I own 
The empire of a thing of Earth: 
Your words I hear, your forms I see 
While still you do agree with me. 
But when there comes inharmony 
I banish you and cast you far 
From out My Own Great Universe! 

To Milton, Dante, Emerson ; 
To Moses, Buddha, Christ and all, 
I call to you and bid you come 
And talk with me the while 1 wait, 

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ONE 



INITIATION 

Yet hold me not, nor strive to teach 

What in Myself I now perceive: 

Your tho'ts I grasp and on their wings 

I rise to heights too great for you, 

From where I see still grander worlds 

Stretch out afar beneath my feet; 

But when I can no higher rise 

Upon your Inspiration's power 

I send you back and bid you go: 

That I may journey on alone. 

No other guide than Self to know! 

Along the Mountain-tops of Truth 
My Tho't leaps high and higher still, 
While all the might and joy of Youth— 
And at the motive of My Will- 
Comes to me from My Spirit World: 
From out Myself I bring my All: 
That knowledge which from other source 
Metho't I gained, I found to fail, 
And as I Destiny pursued. 
To fall away from off my mind: 
To die and perish by my course. 

Whatever of the Good and True 
You bring to me, whoe'er you are, 
I welcome, as I welcome you. 
But who would seek to tie my tho't 
To any teaching, school or lore, 
I send away to come no more! 
H?s epithets and curses vile 
I cannot hear, nor for a while 

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Shall such disturb the calm repose 
Of My Own Holy, Perfect Soul 
(The Purpose of my being here), 
Nor for his sake may I resign 
The confidence which I must rest 
In My Own Virtue and Myself! 

The only Good and True I know 

Is what is good and true to me; 

My only Consciousness of Right 

Is that which in Myself must be; 

So tell me not what I must do 

To gain the highest, best reward: 

Converse with me, when 't pleases you. 

And leave your best and noblest tho't. 

But ask me not that I shall sue 

Or beg of you a single thing 

For which I to Myself must go 

And from within Myself must bring: 

My only deity or power 

Is that which in Myself I find: 

My only god or government 

Is in the compass of My mind: 

Take, then, your teaching to yourself 

And let me go my way alone 

To seek the Universal Good 

Along what path to me is known! 

So now of limitations all 
My own full freedom I declare; 
Of god or man, of creed or cult. 
Of any thing or any where; 

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ONE INITIATION 

Of ev'ry known or unknown tho't 
I here deny the dominance, 
And in my World of Self I know 
Existence not of Luck nor Chance: 
Unto Myself I reign supreme; 
My knee I bow to none of Earth, 
For greater none than Self I hold 
In knowledge of My Own Great Worth: 
I care no whit what other men 
Shall say or think or hold of me; 
Sufficient to Myself am I 
And grand enough My Destiny! 

Not one I ask to follow me. 

Or e'en to listen to my voice: 

My Truth I give unto the World, 

While in the giving I rejoice, 

For I perceive my word is good. 

And what is Good fore'er abides, 

So care I not for praise nor blame 

While Truth within my tho't resides: 

Thus cast I now my burning brand 

Into the Gulf of Time and Space, 

And well I know in years to come 

'Twill set afire this Human Race 

With flames of Love and Charity; 

With Hope and Health and Perfect Pow'r: 

What now I sow is but the seed. 

To bloom, at length, to wond'rous flow'r! 



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3II|0 Olatarl^Bttt. 

TTThis ancient World goes whirling on 

From Zone to Higher Zone; 
Still Upward sweeps thru Planes of Truth 

As Ages swiftly run: 
I see the writing on the wall 

And hear the Voice declare 
The changing of the Influence 

About this Rolling Sphere! 

From Waves of Truth on Lower Planes 

This Earth must soon emerge 
Into the Cycles fair of Love, 

When o'er men's minds will surge 
The knowledge of their destiny, 

And of the mighty scope 
Contained within their Will To Do: — 

Thus speaks the Voice of Hope! 

Then Man shall see within Himself 

The Beauty of the Good; 
That Wealth and Joy and Youth and Strength 

For his reward have stood; 
That he need only know Himself 

To find all wisdom his, 
Possession sure of all he sought, 

Of whate'er was or is. 

Then governments and kingdoms great 

Shall fall and disappear: 

Methinks I hear the crash of spires 

Of churches far and near! 

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ONE INITIATION 

Societies and cults and creeds 

Shall vanish in a night 
When Peace shall reign, and Beauty rare 

Shall bloom in Love's fair light! 

Then nations shall renounce their wars, 

Their navies cast away: 
Disbanded armies shall go home 

Upon that happy day: 
No more shall men and women toil 

For not enough to eat, 
Nor children beg from door to door 

On sore and aching feet. 

Possession of Himself assured, 

Man seeks no greater gain, 
For in the Consciousness of Love 

All Perfect Forms remain: 
Before possession of all things 

Desire disappears, 
"While in its stead the Works of Love 

The Soul of Manhood rears. 

Oh, Darkened Mind of Bhnded Man, 

I pray you ope' your eyes, 
To see the joyful Dawn of Peace 

In yonder glowing skies: 
I pray you seek iHthin Yourself 

The Universal fire 
That shall consume all earthly dross 

And all impure desire! 

The day when Sin and Fear-of-Death 

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Shall pass away for e'er; 
When to his Highest, Noblest Self 

He shall address his prayer, 
Then Man will strive no more for gain, 

For fame nor princely place: 
Then in his likeness we shall see 

Divine, Unchanging Grace! 




®Ij? JnfinitP — StutttP. 

-janfinitude, I long did prate and much I talked of You: 
'^ Divinity, I crave Your Grace, and pardon full 

must sue 
That I so often used Your Name and yet so little 

knew 
Of What You Are and Ever Were, of What You Needs 

Must Be, 
As in my knowledge of Myself Your Meaning True I 

see! 

What must I name "Divinity" when I Myself per- 
ceive ? 
What shall I term "Infinity" when Knowledge I re- 
ceive? 
This Truth from out my tho't is clear when all 

things else are dim. 
And to Myself I now compose a new and joyful 
hymn, 
For in my faith in Truth and Love I in Myself believel 

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ONE INITIATION 

Why should I search outside Myself for plentitude 

and peace 
When first I must make into Self before I can release 
Or realize Eternal Good, or e'er I can possess 
A thing of beauty or of joy, of love or happiness. 
And while within My Tho't I hold the Key to All 
Success? 

This Truth from out the Spirit I for ages past have 

seen: 
That in Mij Consciousness exists whatever, for me, 

has been; 
That what I see or hear or feel I first must take 
Within 
And in My Spirit re-create before, to me, it lives. 
So thus, within My Universe, Tho't to it being gives: 

That were I not a Conscious Soul, nor had this faculty 
To apprehend and know the Truth, then in the Realm 

of Me 
No fact nor truth could e'er exist, nor could there 
ever be 
For me an Earth, or Sea, or Sky; a hope or joy or 

pain: 
That were I dead to Sense and Tho't then all things 
dead remain. 

Thus I must see the Universe nowhere but Self With- 
in: 

Thus I behold Divinity where It has always been 

Within the Consciousness of Man — and this I ap- 
prehend: 

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I AM my Consciousness of Self, nor can I e'en pre- 
tend 

That to what universe is mine I more than Self can 
lend! 

No Fact, nor Tho't, nor Truth can be, within the 

Realm of Me, 
An atom greater than Myself, so I dismiss Infinity 
As nothing more than You or I, while I say to Divin- 
ity, 
"We are at peace, for You are Mine, and we are 

just the same," 
And ev'ry man upon this Earth an equal right can 
claim: 

Thus in his Love of Self he can, in Reason and in 

Truth, 
Lay hold on Peace and Health and Love, and e'en Et- 
ernal Youth: 
These are the Attributes Divine; Divine are You 

and I, 
And all things else on land or sea or in the Mystic 

Sky:- 
They come into Our Universe when we their forms 
descry. 

Henceforth Myself I indicate when I describe the 

Good: 
Infinity, Divinity, You for My Name have stood: 
I love whate'er is whole and well, whate'er is kind 

and true: 
I love my Self with all my Soul, and even so love 

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You, 
While works of love I reverence and nothing else 
would do. 

The tho't of Brotherhood awakes, and when all else 

is gone 
Excepting My Own Holy Self, and Absolute, Alone, 
I stand upon this Mighty Truth, I breath an ardent 

prayer 
Unto the Purpose of Myself, Who bides I know not 

where 
Unless Within My Very Self, that Love be ever 
there! 



®l|? 3tt0tttutton nf matrimony. 

/jtreat Son of Man, fear not to speak 
^ The Swift-Pulsating Tho't of Me; 
Unto a world unhappy, weak. 

Proclaim the Truth of Liberty! 
What care I for the wrath of priests, 

The selfish and the high in place? 
I cast their spleen from out My Ken 

And hurl their venom in their face. 
While with their hatred and their lust 

I mix the truth I give to you. 
To throw them back upon the Race 

Their wholesome, cleansing work to do! 

What right have you to seek control; 
To wish to dominate or rule 

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Your fellow-man of either sex, 

And what has government or school 
To do within Your Universe, 

Where You, alone, must reign supreme? 
Your Province lies within Yourself, 

Where you can catch the wond'rous gleam 
Of Reason's jewels, perfect, rare; 

Your Tho't, alone, you can create: 
The Kingdom of Your Destiny 

Lies not in any other State. 

Why should you seek to take a wife, 

To make your own for good or ill; 
To bind your tho'ts to things of Earth; 

To worship by Another's will? 
This Truth I give to Reason's test: 

The Soul of Man can not be tied 
By any chain, or law, or vow, 

And who has on such force relied 
Has found his prison-walls too weak 

To keep his captive in his grasp: 
The Soul must break all laws and bonds. 

Its fullest freedom close to clasp! 

*T is good within your Realm of Tho't 

You should admit a perfect friend, 
A sweet companion, one whose voice 

Shall hope and inspiration lend; 
One who can understand and love 

The work I send you forth to do. 
And who can bless you when you go 

Upon My Errands, kind and true; 

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Yet bind her not by laws nor vows, 

Nor bind yourself in anything: 
Unbound and free, you both shall grow 

The praises of your love to sing. 

At liberty Man's Tho't must strive 

For some great, helpful, loving task: 
When bound by nothing, e'en himself, 

His Soul has nothing more to ask. 
Nor seeks to climb where walls are not; 

To break from chains that do not bind: 
Left free to come and go at will. 

His Being must its Motire find 
In being kind and faithful, true; 

In giving pleasure, healing pain: 
When Home is Happiness and Peace, 

There sweetest pleasure Man shall gain. 

When Hearts are true and Minds are clean; 

When in the tho't of Love you dwell, 
You need no laws to keep you pure. 

Nor vows to faith and peace compel: 
No force is great enough to keep 

The Soul of Man from Freedom's quest: 
In Liberty alone is hope; 

Nor shall the Race e'er find its rest 
From wrecks of homes, from vice and shame, 

Until it learns to interfere 
No more with things it knows not of, 

And prison-walls no more to rear! 

Non-interference, then, I preach, 

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In ev'ry phase and thing of Life: 
Let ev'ry man alone in Love, 

And put an end to war and strife 
By seeking only Self to rule; 

By sweet submission to My Will, 
Which violates no loving law. 

And Which, alone, your mind shall fill 
With My Own Perfect, Holy Calm; 

With tho'ts of high and priceless worth; 
Thus realize, within Yourself, 

The Reign of Love o'er all the Earth! 



^tO^ 



Hour nnh Htbcrtg. 



i|n Life's Beginning awoke the Great, 
^ The Wonderful Creative Tho't, 
And into Space shot Suns and Moons, 
Planets, Worlds, in likeness wro't 
And of the Substance and the Mold 
Of the Divine, Creative Scheme; 
All Purity, all Harmony, 
All Happiness and Beauty rare; — 
Nought of confusion nor of pain. 
Nought of contempt and nought of shame 
V\^as held within the Tho't of All 
When burning, flashing, whirling, free. 
Its Vast Expressions took their way 
Along their destined routes of Fate! 

Upon our Earth the Seas evolved 
Their countless forms of teeming Life; 
The Rocks and Sands bro't forth their own; 

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In quick succession shrubs and trees 

Uplifted to the Light their heads; 

The hunting animals awoke 

And roved the forests in their quest 

For what of food and drink they must; 

The branches hung with nests of birds. 

And all was grandeur, calm and good, 

Until into his Heritage 

There came the form of erring Man: 

Nought else than he might strive against 

The Spirit's Loving, Perfect Law, 

And seek to dominate and rule 

O'er everything of Earth and Heaven! 

The Voice has told me it was well 

He should control the fields and streams; 

That he should delve beneath the stones 

The wealth of Nature to unhoard. 

And given was it unto Man 

That o'er the birds and beasts might he 

E'er reign and rule in peace and joy: 

But he was blinded by his greed; 

Thru craving lust his mind was numbed; 

Fear made him foolish, and his life 

He loved with pitiful desire! 

Today the Race stands face to face 

With problems grave and sorrowful, 

And in its anguish cries aloud 

That it must break the stones for bread. 

Perceiving not that Lust and Fear 

Are all the causes there can be 

For ev'ry ill Man's life can know 

And ev'ry burden he must bear. 

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In Days Primeval beasts they feared. 
So banded men in groups and tribes: 
All governments date back to times 
When of each other stood in dread 
The single and assembled ones: 
With wars came slavery and laws: 
From "property" and ''rights divine" 
Grew up a system wrong at heart, 
Based on compulsion, not on Right! 
This Universe, my Love, is Free: 
The Tho't of Destiny and Truth 
Can not be bound by man-made laws. 
Nor forced in any single thing: 
Your Highest Self, my Brother, is 
Your Source and Perfect Destiny, 
Born of the First Creative Tho't. 
Your Soul must be, to find its Goal, 
As free as Tho't, as pure as Air, 
And what deprives of liberty 
The Soul or Body of a man 
He must destroy from out his ken 
Before he can be happy, true. 
Or e'er his Spirit can evolve 
From 'neath its limits and its loss 
Into the Consciousness of Love! 
Created of the Primal Tho't, 
No act of Nature is impure, 
For pure the Earth and pure the air 
And pure the heaving, dashing Sea: 
When enters selfishness and lust; 
When comes in fear and greed for gain. 
Then by his own creative pow'r 

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Man brings to life his Tho't's own form, 
Created in his image mean, 
E'en as all Nature is the Form 
And Likeness Fair of Deity. 

No act of Nature nor of Love 
Can be impure or wrong in Fact: 
Nought save the will of erring Man 
Can make an evil thing of Good! 
Both male and female men are born; 
In intercourse of sex I see 
No thing of vice or wickedness, 
When Nature's Tho't is held in view! 
What means a word or two pronounced 
By Man-styled prelate, priest or judge? 
When Love approves a union true 
No other bond nor law nor vow 
Can help nor hinder, nor can make 
The child less holy born of Love 
Than one the accident of lust, 
From Selfish Prostitution come! 
Call you yourself a "wife" in Truth, 
You woman who have wed for wealth. 
For home, position, or for power. 
And loving not the nan you bound 
Unto a Hell you call a home? 
More vicious far are you than she 
Whom you have cast beyond your doors 
Because, forsooth, she gave of Self, 
And bore the fruit of holy Love! 
No better she who weds for gain 
Than she who for a price will sell: 

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The treasures of her body make 
The toys of lust and gross desire! 

And you, my sister, who had tho't 

That you had strayed from Virtue's Path, 

I bid you lift again your head. 

For in your love no sin can lie 

If you have given of your love 

Without a tho't of self or gain! 

No marriage can be true or right 

Where Love is not, nor virtue be 

Where Mind has not full liberty: 

No home shall last not built on love; 

No government that rests on Fear 

Shall anything but reel and fall; 

No mind not filled with Truth and Right 

Can reach the Acme of its Power: 

Conventions, laws, opinions, all 

Are nothing in the Final Sum 

While Love, alone, is Virtue's Prize 

And Liberty the End of Man! 



^he Voice of the Spirit of Reason Pure has spoken 

in words to me, 
The Child and Prophet of Highest Good and of the 

Kingdom New, 
Telling me unto the Sons of Men to declare the Trmth 

of the Tho't, 

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The message and tidings of hope and joy, deliverance 

swift and true 
From sin and death, destruction and pain by Man to 

being bro't! 

In freedom absolute and pure, the Tho't of Life bro't 
forth 

Within the Divine Creative Mind all things of Heav'n 
and Earth: 

For freedom must each thing of life strive in Life's 
every mood 

Until the Universal Spark its liberty has gained, un- 
til its form 

The highest be of which the Conscious Tho't can 
dream! 

From lowest form of Mineral; from crawling Worm 
to Carnate God, 

The craving of the Soul must be for fuller, larger lib- 
erty: 

The beast entrapped must burst its bonds; imprison- 
ed man or caged bird 

Must ever strive to break their chains, to find escape 
to broader realms: 

The Principle of Life must be not one thing else than 
wholly free\ 

The preying beast and soaring fowl but soon grows 

sick and dies 
When chained and captive, and Man's tho't must not 

be bound 
Or else his body groans in pain, his mind rebels: 

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His strength he uses in its might to Freedom grasp: 
If driven back, he sinks and dies, on Earth and in 
Eternity! 

To gain its grandest destiny, the Mind of Man must 

needs be free 
From all the chains of man-made law and limits of 

authority: 
It must declare its freedom from all schools of tho't 
And all scholastic tyranny: Its freedom once attained 
It leaps in joy, and upward soars on wings of Love 

and Purity! 

If Liberty in truth I claim, I must not rule nor strive 

to reign. 
But I must give each man and thing that same great 

freedom I assert: 
In equal right each one must stand before Sweet 

Reason's Judgment Bar, 
For I perceive Equality and Singleness-of -Tho't in all 
The Wond'rous Declarations of the Vast, Creative 

Deity. 

All men and women are the same before the Univer- 
sal Eye: 

'Tis but their openness of mind and their declared 
affinity 

To What of Good exists in Tho't that makes them 
seem. 

Before the sight of foolish men, as diff 'rent and as 
varying 

As all the changes of the Day, and as the Noon from 

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ONE INITIATION 

Darkest Night. 

Each man may open up his life to the indwelling of 

the Truth, 
But he must will that he shall see that which around 

him and within 
There is of Beauty and of Love, there is of Richness 

and of Joy! 
All nations are but one to me; all colors, races, ranks, 

the same, 
When to the Truth I still am true, and all the same 

great rights can claim. 

Between the Sexes I discern not different, but equal, 

power; 
No better Man than Woman is, nor in a single thing 

the worse: 
All nations, sexes, peoples, worlds, the Spirit tells me 

are the same: 
No man is greater than am I, nor I more noble than 

a one. 
For in the Universe my Tho't perceives but Oneness 

in all forms. 

Now if it be that I must find whatever of the Good 
and True I know 

Within My Consciousness of Self, I see I can no long- 
er go 

In search of pleasure or of wealth, to strive for fame 
or destiny: 

Nought can I do but watch and wait for what the 
Spirit brings to me 

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And all my preconceived ideals are cast away and 
ground to dust! 

For what, pray, came I to this Earth, if not the high- 
est good of Me? 

Yet I perceive within Myself my All of Good must al- 
ways be, 

And in my dealings on this Plane, if all things be but 
One in Truth, 

All men my brothers surely are, my sisters fair the 
other sex. 

Nor in one thing can I do more than leave each his 
own Truth to see. 

My greatest love I must express by leaving ev'ry man 

alone 
To do whate'er he feels is best; to do what Nature 

bids him do. 
Nor criticize in any tho't, nor seek to bind him to my 

love, 
To what 7 think his greatest good; all tho't of lower 

self renounce 
To live a Conscious Spirit, free from all desire and 

from grief. 

The friend of Man am I, whene'er I act in Reason's 
Name; 

In kindness and in helpfulness I offer all the World 
my hand, 

Yet go my way, in Truth, alone, to seek the Know- 
ledge of the Soul: 

Their kindly tho't I ask of all, as I reach to my Grand- 

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est Goal, 
In liberty, in love, in faith, within my Grandest Tho't 
of Self! 

m 

0fth, Heavenly Comforter, Sweet Death, 
I pray Thee come, on loving wing, 
And with Thy Pure, Unsullied Breath, 

Waft from this Plane of Suffering 
This Life that strives with Loss and Pain, 

That It be freed from Earth's desires; 
That It may Higher Realms attain, 

And burn no more with Passion's fires! 

I pray Thee come, with Gentle Hand 

Remove this Soul from earthly ways; 
From where I sadly, lonely stand 

And watch the flitting of the Days! 
No joy I find nor gladness in 

The pleasures of these worldly things; 
My whole successive life doth seem 

Bereft of all which comfort brings! 

Life seemeth but a hopeless task ; 

My Destiny but Sacrifice, 
And Thee, Oh, Death, I only ask 

That Thou give welcome, glad release 
From earthly Body and its grief, 

Its loves and anguished loneliness: 
Come Thou to me and bring relief 

That I Thy Mission e'er may bless! 

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Sweet Death, to Thee my Spirit cries 

To save It from the Body's chains: 
Come swiftly, silently, It sighs, 

And with me soar to Brighter Planes 
Where Love and Freedom True are known; 

Away from Selfishness and Lust, 
Where I shall clasp hands with My Own 

In fullest liberty and trust! 

This Life's a hateful, bitter State, 

And Thou, Oh, Death, an Angel art: 
I pray Thee stay not till too late 

To heal this aching, breaking heart: 
Fly to me on Thy Wings of Love, 

From all this toil and earthly strife 
Bear swiftly, now, this Soul Above 

To Fullest, Freest, Purest Life! 



I 

In the Beginning, in the Midst of Space, 
Formless, imperceptible, infinitely minute, 
There floated the Primary Spark of Life, 
The Rudimentary Ion, the Mother of All Things, 
From Which grew out the Universe Vast 
Of Tho't and Material Seeming. 

Great One, You are the Beginning and the End, 
The Cypher and the Total Sum of Destiny! 
In the Beginning You Were All, and Mind of 
Man 

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Can not perceive Your Infinite Dimensiosn: 
Far better were it that he wrestle not 
With the Tho't of You, but calm submit himself 
To those ways which You decree. 

In the Beginning there was Nought but You, 
And out of Yourself and of Your Own Great 

Tho't 
Were created in Your Image all things of Earth 

and Sky! 
E'en as in the Beginning were You, so are You 

now: 
The words of Man cannot express nor tho't of 

Man conceive 
One Portion of Your Measurement, except 

What Part 
He shall within Himself unfold 
And from within Himself bring forth! 

You do not change. Great One, Great All : 
Changes but my tho't of You 
And My Own Consciousness of What I Am 
And Your Purpose in mine earthly state: 
As Are You, First Creative Force, so also am I: 
I Am my conscious, living Thought, 
And in a World of Tho't must dwell, 
Even as You Are a Universe of Tho't, 
Vast- Vibrating, All-Creating, All-inclusive, 
Free! 

II 

Unto my Spirit Infinite 

I breathed a prayer for Death, 

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Altho I knew no death was there 

In Time nor in Eternity, 

For I am but my Consciousness, 

And You Are Only Conscious Soul 

While if the Universal All 

Be Indestructible and Whole, 

The quick destruction of this frame 

Will alter not my Destiny, 

For "Destiny" and "Universe" 

Are only ThoH, and nothing else! 

Tho body melt away to mist, 
My Consciousness of Truth and Love 
Can never be destroyed nor lost, 
Tho had I lives untold to give: 
Tho from my body I escape. 
My body binds me still to Earth 
Until from Soul all earthly tho't 
Be washed away Forevermore! 
These passions, cravings, lusts, desires, 
Are nothing else than Consciousness, 
And while within me they abide 
My Perfect Soul shall never rest, 
But my Highest, Noblest Tho't, 
Which ever strives for freer flight, 
Will battle with the Tho't of Earth, 
From ev'ry bondage to escape: 
True Reason tells me it is well 
To fight the battle out Below, 
And not to take to Other Planes 
The chains and limits here I know. 

Tho I may change, by act of Will, 
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The garment which my Spirit wears, 

/ cannot change the Infinite. 

Or alter Self in any thing, 

Except by grasping Higher Truth, 

Except by learning lessons new. 

Except by seeing in all tho't 

And in each fresh experience 

A step to firmer, wider Rounds 

Upon the Ladder of the All. 

I climb, I climb, each day, a step 

Towards My Highest, Noblest Self, 

And grow, each moment, in my tho't, 

To fuller, freer consciousness 

Of What I Am in Purity, 

In Love and Perfect Destiny, 

So I submit my ways to You, 

My Self Divine, Inscrutable, 

And pray no more for Death nor change, 

Nor any alteration in 

The Process of Development 

That You deem wisest, best for me! 



I 

^llrom out of the Tho't of the Highest the Accents 

of Reason speak. 
Bidding me write for the Race of Men the teaching 

of Truth and Right; 
Man's Purpose here; from Whence he came, and 

Whither he shall go. 
For across abysses of Time and Space I have looked 

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in the Light of the Soul; 
I have washed from the Sands of History the radiant 

Grains of Gold, 
Gleaming, shining, glowing fair in the Light of the 

Grand New Morn 
Of Revelation and of Hope, of Consecration and of 

Peace, and of a World Unborn! 
By the Voice I am told that this Treasure of mine 

must be scattered far and wide, 
That it come flowing back to me on ever-increasing 

tide 
Of Love and Life, of Joy and Pow'r, so I shall larger 

grow, 
Firmer and mightier in the Truth, in the Purposes of 

the Good, 
So I submit my Self and All to the Will of the Change- 
less One, 
And freely give of the Word I glean to You, My Tho't, 

My Own! 

II 
Formless, void, including All, in the Lap of Space 

they lay. 
Love, which men call "Energy," and Reason, the 

Soul of Tho't! 
Upon the Dawning of the First, the Great Primeval 

Day, 
The Emptiness of All was rent and torn and split in 

twain 
By the Union of These Mighty Words, awakened from 

the Sleep 
Of Measureless Eternities, o'er Gulfs Profoundly 

Deep! 

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ONE INITIATION 

Of Their Communion Born came forth a Universe of 

Force, 
Conscious, Vibrant with All Life and Light and Heat 

and Pow'r. 
Unselfishness, Your Name is Love, the Female Part 

are You, 
While Liberty fair Reason is, in Inspiration True 
The Masculine and Active One, the Steel that Strikes 

the Fire, 
Executor and Reaper in the Fields of High Desire! 
All things on Earth, in Time and in the Vast Etern- 
ities, 
Were born of Reason and of Love, and destiny must 

seem 
That thsy return from whence they came, in new and 

splendid form. 
Regenerated in the tho't of Time-Perfected Man, 
Of Man, who now perceives himself a thing of Sin 

and Death, 
Forgetting that his Life came from the Universal 

Breath, 
And that in Nature and in Truth no sin nor pain can 

hide: 
The Essence of Creative Love is Chaste as Crystal Ice, 
Nor in Creation e'er can be a thing of sin or vice! 

Ill 
Man's cognizance of sin and wrong, of gross impurity, 
Is all the sin and wrong there is, for nowhere else 

can we 
In anything detect a trace of wickedness or crime, 
As deep we dredge the heaving seas, or high the 

mountains climb: 

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In his creative might Man has abused his native pow- 
er; 

From tho't of "sin" he has bro't forth the child and 
perfect flower 

Of his own viciousness of mind, perverted from the 
Hnes 

Of Simple Beauty and of Truth all Nature's Work de- 
fines. 

IV 

In act of Love or Sex I see no thing of wrong nor sin, 

Nor all the laws that Man has made can change the 
Truth Within, 

Nor all opinions he can hold will alter Nature's Word, 

Which o'er his clamor and his cries the Spirit Ear 
has heard: — 

What grows in liberty grows well; what loves with- 
out restraint 

And lives and loves in freedom true from galling bond 
and chain 

Is happy, powerful and good, and rises in its might 

In lifting up Ideal of Self, in answer to the Call 

From out the Silence and the Night, from out the 
Vast, Including All, 

The Universal, Happy Tho't within Man's very Soul! 

V 

Nor does confusion lie within this scheme of Love in 
Liberty: — 

If Love be given just for Love — no selfish purpose 
held in view. 

Nor hope for wealth, position, power — the children 
born of such a force 

Must glow with happiness and health, the elements 

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of boundless growth, 

With active minds and perfect forms, with all the 
strength and all the charms 

Of children born in Nature's Mould, simple, gener- 
ous and kind. 

If men and women, in their loves, escape the tho't of 
selfish gain. 

The aim of Freedom hold in view, nor ever in the 
least attempt 

To use compulsion or restraint upon a one of other 
sex, 

Then true affinity must rule; then drawn by its resist- 
less power 

No mortal laws nor marriage vows shall hold a single 
hour 

Two Souls from union perfect in its safety from the 
ills that vex 

And make a failure of the lives of those who wed for 
selfishness. 

All laws that bind are Error's rules, nor tie avails to 
keep Man's Soul 

From striving for its largest growth, from reaching 
to its grandest goal; 

From seeking for its greatest good, for Liberty un- 
fettered, true. 

While laws and vows and governments defeat them- 
selves within themselves. 

Bringing to Man but pain and sin by the folly held 
within 

The efforts they so vainly make in using force where 
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VI 

Man's Reason, touched with Tho't of Love, springs 

from all restraint and care: 
His Body and his Actions are the True Creations of 

his Mind: 
If Mind be freed from tho't of sin, from cognizance 

of wrong and death. 
No sin can e'er exist for him, no wrong affright, and 

Life must be 
Prolonged into Eternity, in simple logic and in truth! 
To Love and Liberty I give the one allegiance of my 

mind. 
Because when Love and Joy I give the World must 

give me back in kind: 
My very Self I throw away in this perception of 

Love's Law, 
But to return with Love untold, better far than Fame 

or Gold. 
I give to Man this Tho't of Truth to clear his mind of 

Doubt and Shame; 
To make him honest, strong and kind, a Man in Fact, 

as well as Name! 
Be truthful, natural and free; all limitations cast a- 

way; 
That Mind and Body, Soul and All, may rise upon 

the Wings of Day 
To seek the Heights Supreme of Love, to dwell in 

Peace and Harmony, 
Thus finding all his riddles solved, of Life and Death, 

Eternally! 



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ICrt 1b Mvf. 

JjfTet us fly, my Best Beloved, 

To a Land where Freedom reigns, 
Far away from men's "opinions," 

Ere our Sun of Passion wanes! 
Let us drink the Wine of Pleasure; 

Let us taste Love's greatest joy, 
While our hearts beat to her measure; 

Where the Fools cannot annoy 
With their spying and their gossip, 

Fruitage of the Tho't of Sin: 
Heed they not the Voice of Reason, 

Nor Sweet Nature's call Within: 
Deafened, blinded by their meanness 

And their silly, useless fears; 
Tied to laws and vows of folly; 

Trembling, shaking, shedding tears, 
As some horror-stricken weakling 

Sees a sin where sin is not; 
Finds in Love and Life a terror; 

Thinks our Purity a blot! 

Let our Loving be the glory 

Of our careless, happy life: 
Let us live and love in freedom 

From all tho't of sin and strife, 
As the Years float by like flowers 

Drifting down the Stream of Time; 
While we list to fairy music 

And the dreaming, swinging rhyme 
Of the Chimes of Love's Own Heaven, 

Which the Highest Angels ring 



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As the praises of our Virtue 

Their sweet-toned voices sing! 
Let us thus be Lovers ever 

In the Light of Reason's Day, 
Finding nothing in each other 

But the jewels hid away 
In our minds all void of sorrow, 

In our hearts all free from stain; 
Wooing Sweethearts for a life-time, 

True a thousand years remain! 

Let us make Love's Joy the solace 

For all our love shall cost; 
Let us seek within each other 

Everything we each have lost; 
Dear companions, comrades ever, 

Closest pals and warmest friends, 
While smiling in our gladness 

The very Heaven bends! 
Let us put all tho'ts of "marriage" 

And marriage vows afar 
From our union as from Earth's Plane 

Is yon brightly-glowing Star: 
Selfish, binding tho'ts are burdens, 

And irksome laws are vain: 
Let us fly away together 

Where there is no law or pain: 
Let us live and love in freedom, 

So our love shall never die, 
And our happiness ne'er waning 

In the Land of You and I! 



96 Let Us Fly. 



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Prat0PB ISf to matt! 

/■|fth, Man, Unfathomed, Wonderful, Glorious Man! 

How I would wrestle with the tho't of you, 
That I might carry you, in the embrace of a giant, 
To some lonely, secluded spot, where we could 
In the company of each other, converse awhile 
Apart from the noise and the turmoil, 
The distractions and suggestions of those 
Who would endeavor to rule and reign over you: 
That there, in the Might and All-Enveloping Pow'r 
Of Divine and Immaculate Truth and before the Vis- 
ion 
Of All-Seeing and All-Comprehending Reason, 
I could strip from off your limbs 
And remove from off your very mind 
The garments and the impediments 
Your governors and your teachers have bade you 
With which you have stayed and dammed [wear. 
From flowing thru the channels of your brain 
The Inexhaustable and Ever-Refreshing Stream 
Of Infinite Wisdom and Plentitude! 

Oh, that I might display to you in the mirror of my- 
self. 

So that you would observe, and beholding, see in me 

(But the replica of yourself) the marvel and the 
beauty 

Resident in the Sublime, Universal Purpose! 

I would that you might discern with me 

The Unity of the Mission and the Destiny of All 
Things, 

And that in your tho't you might rise with me 

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Thru all the planes of Consciousness 

Until you have perceived, even as I do know. 

That you m-e your Highest, Grandest, 

Noblest, Kindest, Most Perfect Destiny, 

Which I must admit is All-Good, All-True, All-Gentle, 

All-Great, All-Encompassing-, All-Sufficient, All- Wise! 

Oh, I would that I might display to you 

That Greatness which can rise superior to and conquer 

Ev'ry longing and ev'ry desire to be esteemed great I 

Fain would I show to you, oh, my Brother, 

Such wonders of love and such grandeur of achiev- 

ment 
In apparent self-destruction 
And in the sacrifice of goodly things 
That you would marvel, and stop an instant 
In your rush for gain 

And the quenching of your thirst for power. 
To wonder why I so do immolate myself, 
That you should think, 

And thinking, you would perceive that even as I am. 
Son of respectable parents, of the common rank^ 
One of the "multitude," the "herd," 
You also can become 
If only you will see, as I have seen. 
That of One Essence is all Life; 
That all Humanity is but One 
In the Oneness and the Entirety of the Universe; 
That ev'ry rare and exalted, 
Ev'ry noble and generous, 
Ev'ry great and benignant personality 
Is but Yourself, if only you will permit yourself 

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To have faith in Yourself, 

And if only you will be true to the Virtue of Yourself, 

Who Are Your Most Exalted, Highest Destiny! 

Why will you not admit the tho't, Beloved of my Soul, 

You need not bibles. 

Teachers, schools, churches, priests. 

To tell you What You Are? 

Oh, Man, I do adore you, for in myself 

I see you mirrored, pictured, stand, 

The Highest, Noblest Form of Earthly Life! 

I see you mighty in your Love of Liberty, 

Of freedom from restraint of whatsoever kind, — 

That same great Love-of- Liberty I see in ev'ry Stone, 

In ev'ry Tree and Animal, in ev'ry Bird that flies. 

In ev'ry thing that creeps or walks, 

Or swims the Mighty Deep! 

You study books, the rocks, the shrubs. 

You e'en dissect the worms and birds. 

You tear apart your mortal frames 

To seek the Secret of Yourselves, 

Yet fail to search the Source of You, — 

Your Upper Planes of Consciousness, — 

For What is there exposed, revealed. 

To anyone who will but seel 

Your Body, truly, that you are; 

You are the Brain that guides your frame; 

You are your Passions, surging, fierce; 

Emotions grand, intense; 

You are your Will that over-rules 

And tells your Body what to do, that holds your Brain, 

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And e'en controls and governs firm 

Emotions, Passions and the rest: 

You are your Mind that thinks and dreams; 

Your Reason, pondering and keen. 

That weighs all things 

And governs Body, Mind and Actions all: 

Then your "Subconscious Mind" you are, 

With memory and visions clear, 

Intuitions, premonitions, 

And all its inexplicable and marvelous phenomena; 

Yet o'er them all You seem to stand, 

The Urgent, Masterful and Free, — 

The Force that Drives, — 

Your Perfect Soul, — 

The Purpose of your earthly state! 

In this Great Purpose of Your Life 

There nought save Good abides;— 

You would not kill, nor maim, nor hurt, 

If You were but allowed to guide! 

You do not wish to harm, to steal ; 

Desire not to rape nor strive: 

You long for joyous, perfect health. 

For wealth and comfort, love and peace: 

If only Man could let you be 

You would be nought but kind and true, 

Nor would attempt to break away from what is good. 

From what, in Right, belongs to you. 

For you are all the Universe exprest within Yourself, 

All-Good, All-Mighty and All- Wise, 

Your Purpose, Destiny: 

This Universe is All, I know, and Universal is 

100 Praises Be to Man. 



ONE INITIATION 

The Soul and Body of each Man, 
When he Himself perceives! 

If Universal, then, you are, you can be only Good; 

You Are the only "God" there is; 

You Are all Hope, all Pow'r: 

Your Highest Tho't and Destiny 

You never can escape nor change; 

Then you are the Changeless One, 

The Inescapable, the Free: 

You are Your Consciousness of Facts; 

Then all facts lie within 

The very compass of Yourself, 

And You, Yourself, must be 

The All-inclusive, Ever-Present, 

Here-and-Now and All Eternity! 

If thus you are the Universe, 

You ne'er can taste of death. 

For Universe can never die 

Nor be destroyed by anything, 

Nor sickness, failure nor despair 

Shall touch the outer hem 

Of any garment you may wear. 

For in the Universe we see 

No sickness, failure, sin nor wrong. 

Nor one impurity! 

Oh, Man, awake from out your sleep 

A^nd grasp this wond'rous Truth: 

Cease cringing, truckling, sick'ning, dying. 

But assert your certain pow'r 

To rise to Highest Consciousness 

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Of What is Truly You, 

Of what I know myself to be 

And know you surely are;— 

The Universal, Perfect Flow'r 

Of All That Is or Ever Wa^, 

The Source of All To Be! 

No longer ruled nor governed stand. 

Except by Truth and Love, 

Nor poor nor weak, nor sick nor sad» 

But ever strong and glad; 

Happy, joyous, healthy, free. 

In Body, Mind and Will, 

And give to ev'ry man and thing 

What you for Self assert — 

His Liberty and Right to Be, 

His Right to Think and Live! 

Oh, Man, that you might know Yourself 

For What You Truly Are 

All bibles, books and hymns were writ» 

All schools and churches built: 

This World was formed that from it yoii 

Might learn your Destiny: 

In ev'ry rock and stone I see, 

In ev'ry plant and tree, 

In ev'ry running, swimming, flying^ 

Creeping, crawling thing 

I see just what I see in you. 

And what you, too, would see, 

If of Yourself you could but learn! 

Then study Self, I charge Myself, 
In ev'ry Form of Life; 

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In ev'ry teaching, ev'ry school; 
In ev'ry work of men and gods, 
So I shall know my lesson well 
And tell my story plain, 
To point the way to each of men 
Whereon his feet can walk 
Into the Temple built of Truth, 
The Marvel of the Worlds, 
The Purpose of the Suns and Stars, 
Of Land and Sea, of Earth and Air, 
Of governments and millionaires, — 
One Perfect, Wholly — Man! 



All i^ail, % King! 

I^evout and pious, grave and good, I hark the ser- 
mon long: 

Sweet and solemn, pure and clear, rings out all Nat- 
ure's Song: 

Physician, scientist and churl; artist, thinker, priest. 

You tell me one great, precious Truth, in ev'ry thing 
exprest: 

Thus "Christian Science," now, I hail, and "Hypno- 
tism" greet, 

Unto the school of "Spirit" bow, most glad your tho't 
to meet: 

Thruout the Wilderness you cry the Coming of Your 
Lord: 

' 'Prepare the way without delay, before the Mighty 
WordV' 

For /, Thy Lord, have come again, to claim My 

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Birthright Fair; 

These are the Voices I have sent My Coming to pre- 
pare: 

Sole Heir to All the Universe, I, Man, Myself pro- 
claim 

The Second Coming of the Christ, the Soul-Encircling 
Flame 

Of Love and Life, of Hope and Joy, of Wealth and 
Perfect Peace, 

To sweep the Earth of Doubt and Shame, of Greed 
and Selfishness; 

To heal the sick, to raise the dead, to banish Fear 
and Pain; 

Forevermore upon this World in Love and Peace to 
reign ! 

All Hail, the King, the Perfect Man, the Holy, Con- 

q'ring One! 
Bow down, you Moon, you Stars, you Sun, I have 

my reign begun. 
For 1 am Man, the Universe, and you are one with me; 
For me you are but Emblems of My Own Eternity! 
Oh, Earth; Oh, Air; Oh, Sea; Oh, Sky, I know you 

for My Own: 
I see My Likeness in all things, in ev'ry tree and 

stone: 
All Voices tell me I have come unto My Father's Home, 
No more in darkness nor in dread the Desert Waste 

to roam! 

The Steps are laid by which ascends the Soul unto Its 

Throne, 
And I, the Purpose of My Life, once more to fullness 

104 All Hail, the Kin^! 



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grown, 

Discern My Oneness with the Tho't, the Universal 
Fire 

That Lights the Lamps of Truth and Love and Ev'ry 
High Desire: 

Creator, Monarch of All Life, the Spirit-Christ fore- 
told. 

To gather All within Mine Arms, close to Myself to 
hold 

The erring, doubting, sorrowing; all losses to repay, 

To show to Man his Destiny, the Glad Millenial Day! 



nthe Poet may sing the Song of the Woods, 

Of Nature, the Earth and the Sea, 
But I sing to you, great Daughter of Man, 

The Lay of the Strong and the Free! 
The thunder-storm rolls high up in the clouds; 

Jagged the light'nings flash; 
A gale sweeps my soul as I gaze upon you. 

While the Waves of a Mighty Tho't dash 
And break in a rage on the rocks and the strand 

Of a land where my sister's the slave 
Of her own false perceptions of Justice and Truth, 

Who should be both truthful and brave! 

Sweet Sister of Mine, why will you not rise 
In the glory and might of your strength. 

And break loose the shackles of weakness and 

shame 
That bind you, thru all the Earth's length? 

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Why will you not see that Liberty fair 

Can never, no, never, be yours, 
While thus you are bound by the chains of a law 

That ever your True Right ignores? 
V/hy strive you for ballot and all equal rights 

With fathers and brothers and sons, 
Still bearing the children of bondage and pain, 

While the Stream of the Years slowly runs? 

For ne'er shall you reach to your fullness of growth 

Till Liberty's Draught you have drained; 
Until from each bondage and yoke you are freed; 

Until you are no more restrained 
From giving of Self where Love is the gain; 

Until you have burst loose the ties 
Of servile dependence on husbands and laws. 

And strong in your Womanhood rise 
To Highest Conception of That Which You Are: — 

(In answer to Nature's strong call:) 
The Best of the Works of Your Maker and God,— 

The Purest and Noblest of All! 

Why will you not see that "Virtue" is Strength; 

More 'Virtuous", far, is the Life 
That holds true to Right and to Reason in all. 

Than hers who the World calls a "wife" 
Because she has bowed to the words of the priest 

(Or, mayhap, to Gossip's long whip) : 
Perchance not for love of the man she has wed 

So much as for fear of a slip 
Away from the track men have told her to tread. 

That her rulers and masters have laid: 
True Virtue, methinks, she has misunderstood 

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ONE INITIATION 

Who is "chaste'* but because she's afraid! 

Most dearly I love the Brave and the Strong 

Who pity of men can disdain: 
Firm ever in faith for Love's sake alone: 

Who'll kindly and gentle remain 
To all who are needy, or painful, or sad, 

In the face of the gossips and fools: 
Who fears not to do what the World says is wrong 

In defiance of all Man-made rules: 
Who holds true to Nature, to Self and to Good 

In spite of opinions and sneers: 
Who s trives for her Highest and Best Liberty, 

Disdaining men's laws and their fears! 

I sing of the Wind, of the Storm, of the Rain; 

Of the Mountains, the Rocks and the Sea; 
I sing of the Spirit of Joy and of Truth: 

I sing of the Strong and the Free: 
I sing of a Love Pure and Free as the Air, 

As Sv/eet as the Breath of the Spring! — 
To the Woman who dares to do as she wills, 

For her Virtue and Honor, I bring 
A worship that falls like the Dews of the Morn, 

A prayer she may ever be blest 
With Plenty and Glory, the Wealth of a World, 

Perfection of Beauty and Rest! 

The Storm has abated, my Poem is done, 
And I take up my work with a sigh. 

To feel that my Word must be wTitten in vain 
To a Race bound and chained to a Lie; 

Yet ever I call to the Boundless and True 

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To give to my Sister Her Own: 
That she tie not herself with aught else than Love, 

Nor yield with a tear and a groan 
To a servitude fastened by lust and by greed 

Upon her sweet, beautiful frame, — 
By a "love" that is license, fled-hope and dead-joy, 

For the sake of no more than a Name! 



IGou0 nf W umatt. 

IJpon a Certain Day, as I journeyed along my separ- 
ate path, 
I was halted and detained by the form of Woman, 
Who questioned me c:ncerning my zeal for her 
And asked of me, in candor and in truth, 
If I much loved her. 
Then in this wise made I answer to her query, saying; 

The Breath of Life I love — 

Then if you be of Life, I must love you: 

Fondly I love that which is True — 

Then when you are one with Truth, 

Fondly I cherish the tho't of you: 

Embrace and hold 1 to my heart of hearts Sweet Lib- 
Then if you be of the Free, [erty; 

Gently and tenderly I caress you: 

Passionately I love to hear the mellow, orotund Voice 
of Reason — 

Then if you do speak in Her Accents, 

With passionate fervor I adore you: 

Unselfishness I desire with tempestuous and over- 
whelming desire — 

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Then whenever you come to me unburdened of the 

tho't of gain, 
My Being thirsts for you 
And ardently, swiftly and entirely I would possess you ! 

But when you do effuse vibrations of "death" afnd 

"impurity;" 
When within your words I see the tho't of "untruth" 
And your expressions keep not faith with the Laws 

of Reason, 
When limitations of Fear and Opinions 
Hang from your limbs and clog and embarass 
The flowing of the Currents of Your Mind; 
When within the Precincts of Your Conscious Life 
There lingers one tho't of vengeance, resentment, 

hatred, sin. 
And when you seek of me a personal gain and would 

give yourself to me, 
Not that so well you love me and so much long to 

serve me 
As that you would receive of me 
Satisfaction of your passions and desires, 
Then I must aver that we do not afRnitize, 
And I would none of you. 
Except insofar as I include you 
In my general love of All Mankind; 
Yet of your company wish I none, 
For I perceive we are uncongenial 
And my Philosophy is not pleasing unto you, 
Nor is it given that I shall change my ways 
Or the Purpose of My Being for the sake of you, 
For seek I in this World only a stronger and a higher 

inspiration 

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And a larger and greater knowledge and unfoldment 

In those things pertaining unto My Supremest Pur- 
pose and Destiny, 

Which you will not to perceive and which do not en- 
tertain you: 

What is of Your Good is good unto the Separateness 
of You, 

And free I leave you in your enjoyment of it, 

But what is of My Good fails of your present appre- 
ciation 

And free you also must leave me the while of it I 
partake. 

Yet if you be enlightened in that Truth which counsels 

The perfect unfoldment from out Yourself of the 
Highest Being, 

And which compels, in the Pure Light of Reason, 

The destruction absolute and sacrifice 

Of the Lesser Consciousnesses and the Minor Passions 

Upon the Altar of the Soul of All-Consciousness, 

Then with this Individual I Am you do harmonize in 
Truth; 

Then, if it be your will, I invite you to my dwelling- 
place, 

That we may converse together in quiet and in peace, 

In that happiness and candor 

Which passes the understanding of most of men: 

There, in rapture and in trust perfect, I will submit 
my body 

Unto the embraces and the endearments of you; 

I will surround you and envelop you in the Flood of 
My Tenderness; 

With you I will unite My Separate Being so close 

110 Love of Woman. 



ONE INITIATION 

That in the Shock of Our Union and the Heat of Our 
Passion 

Shall be conceived a New World, aglow with the 
Tho't of You, 

Come of the Complete Satisfaction of the Swellings 
and Urgings 

Of the Perfect One. enduring and remaining in Love 

And in Tender Kindnesses until the End of the Uni- 
versal All, 

Which has neither Beginning nor End, and Which A- 
bides Forever! 

Jin the early years of youth, 

I do recall, quite often I sat 
Beneath the ministrations of one 
Who styled himself a minister 
And teacher of the Works of Him 
The World has called the Christ: 
This man to whom mine ears were oped 
Hot poured into my heai ing such a flood 
In praise of selfishness I was amazed, 
Alleging all the Good of Man 
Is born and comes from out 
The Tho't of Single Self: 
This preacher eloquent. 
Of swift and subtle speech. 
Maintained (and now, in Truth, 
I must confess him right) 

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That love of wife and child, 

Father, mother, sister, brother, 

Were manifestations of what is Love of Self, 

And with these did include 

The love of home and church, 

Love of city, state and nation, 

While e'er he did contend 

That such love of One's Own 

Is worthy highest praise, 

Admirable and true! 

Tho with this g-entleman 

Of learning and of wit 

I have no war 

(For I am at peace with all the World), 

Yet must it seem to me 

That in the lesson so explained 

Was taught the knowledge 

Of the Carnal Mind of Sense, 

Illustrated and illumined 

By the Lesser Tho't, 

And not in the manner of one in harmony 

With the Waves of Tho't 

Of Highest Destiny! 

The Voice of Reason tells me not 

That I must fall 

In adoration at the feet 

Of any earthly form: 

That this oft-changing 

Fleshy mantle that I wear 

Was given me (in part) 

Out of the tho't of those 

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ONE INITIATION 

Who men do say 

The father were and mother unto me 
Is cause of no more than 
That I should render them 
Due and proper thanks, 
Appreciation of their early, 
Tender care; 

Yet meet it does not seem 
That I should tender them 
Allegiance more, nor homage, than 
I give to those the World 
Would say are nought to me. 
That another was born 
Within the same Womb 
Wherein this Frame was borne, 
Appears not to the Tho't of Me 
A reason true I should esteem 
More highly such a one 
Than any other of these ghosts 
• And shadows I discern: 

If it should be that there are other 

Sons and daughters in the carnal flesh 

Of that same man and wife 

Who bro't into this World 

The form of me. 

Who will with me affinitize in Truth, 

Then brothers true and sisters 

They are unto me; 

Then in Reason and in Right 

They are dear to me: — 

In other case, no more can I 

Than send to them 

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My kindly, helpful tho't, 

But in all else 

Leave them to walk alone. 

If it should be that there is one 

Who calls herself my wife, 

And unto whom I have declared 

My faithfulness and truth, 

Then until the bonds 

With which I tried to tie myself 

Shall fall away by no unkindly act 

Nor effort foul of mine. 

In fidelity and constancy 

My body I shall hold 

To the body of her, 

For I perceive it is my Will 

That I discharge, 

Fulfil my ev'ry debt, 

Before I shall be free, 

Yet once at liberty, 

*T were well I bind myself 

Not e'er again, 

The while I see no sin 

To love all Womankind, 

Beyond my earthly pledge, 

In tho't, to wander far! 

My liome I hold the Universe: 
Where'er I love, there is my State: 
All Men, in Truth, my Brothers are, 
All Women Sisters, and whom I love 
And who loves me, 

114 1 he Leaser Loves. 



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She who with me will harmonize, 

And unto whom I feel affinity, 

Alone's my perfect wife, 

Tho laws and vows forgotten be. 

She is my daughter, he my son, 

Whome'er I see, 

Who thus is fathered in My Tho't, 

Created whole within the Mind of Me! 

With governments I will not strive. 

For they must seem a worthless thing 

And wasteage of the energy 

And effort of Diviner Man: 

All men are born of One Great Soul: — 

If thus they are but one in all 

No reason see I in their laws, 

Their bound'ries and their sep'rate states, 

Their hosts of war and battle-ships. 

Except that those aspire to pow'r 

And seize upon the offices 

Who wish to dominate and reign, 

To make of laws and governments 

A yoke to bind their fellow-men. 

And chains of slavery and pain! 

Communal works of love and peace, 

The penny-posts 

The railroad and the telegraph. 

The means of interchange of tho't, 

Methinks their proper work and scope. 

While separate and single states 

'T would seem but hinder and but mar: 

I love not now one city more 

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Than ev'ry city on this Earth; 

I love no more one State than all: 

No nation seems to me as more 

Than ev'ry other seems to be; 

Great Reason laughs those words to scorn 

Which armies forth and navies call, 

Maintaining, thus, a State distinct 

From what seems only part of All: 

Thus see I in the "patriot" 

A sore-deceived and blinded one; 

In patriotism, love of church. 

Home and earthly family, 

I must perceive the chains that bind 

And hold from Truth and Destiny: 

These seem the measures of those men 

Who strive to teach the Outward Lie, 

Which lives not in the Universe, 

Nor in the World of Perfect Me! 

Possession of Myself I hold. 

Nor can possess another thing, 

While ev'ry love of lower self 

And ev'ry hope and fond desire 

That binds my mind to less than All 

I hold in Error, not in Truth. 

Tho men shall speak in words of blame; 

Tho they would strive to still my tongue 

From saying what to me is true, 

I will not pause: 

E'en tho I know that some may curse, 

Perchance revile the Name of Me 

For what I here have written down, 

116 ihe Lesser Loves. 



ONE INITIATION 

I must pursue my Destiny 
Alone, unaided, to the end, 
For thus the Spirit calls to me 
And bids me leave unto the Race 
This tho't of Highest Liberty, 
Of Love and Reason, and of Truth, 
As it is given me to see! 

* * * * 

* * * * 

®I|? ®l|rpah of ICtff. 

*<(|Uid the glow and the flame of the Dawning 

Comes the Tho't of the One to me: 
In the hurry and heat of the Noon-tide 

A Splendid Form I see: 
The cast of Ev'ning's shadow 

But shows more sweetly bright 
The Fac3 of Love Eternal 

To my waiting, watching sight! 

I sat in my chamber silent, 

Observing advancing Night, 
When, out of encroaching darkness, 

I saw a Point of Light 
Softly, silently drifting 

From out Infinity, 
Bearing a hope and a promise 

Of what is mine to be. 

E'er brighter shone the Vision, 

Till thru my window wide 
There floated a Luminous Presence, 
And then, close by my side, 

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Forthwith the Mystic Radiance 

Resolved Itself to form, 
While o'er my happy musings 

There came a holy calm. 

More silent grew all Nature; 

More sweet became my Dream; 
More graceful beamed the Presence; 

More rare, more pure did seem 
The Atmosphere about me, 

And where the Light had shone 
I knew an Heavenly Angel 

Had from my Vision grown! 

I saw a Hand uplifted 

To bless the tho't of me: 
Then Slumber sealed my eye-lids — 

The Touch of Destiny:— 
A change surged o'er my being 

Until my form seemed merged 
Into that of my Vision, 

By Love and Mercy urged. 

In Consciousness translated, 

All Earth-tho'ts passed away: — 
I awoke in the midst of Heaven, 

'Mid the Light of Eternal Day; 
A Loom there stood before me, 

A Thread was in my hand; 
I knew my Work was ready, 

By One Almighty Planned! 

Then threaded I the Shuttle, 
To weave a Fabric Fine: 

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Swift to and fro my missle shot, 
The while the Scheme Divine 

Of What the Universal Is 
Grew up before my eyes, 

Each moment showing clearer, 
As quick the Shuttle flies. 

Aye swifter sped my Weaving; 

Aye larger grew the Web: 
I saw the flight of Comets, 

The Oceans flow and ebb: 
I saw the World's Creation, 

The Waters and the Air, 
The Rocks and Sands, the Trees and Plants, 

All in my Fabric Fair. 

Still ever on and on I wove 

The Shell-fish and the Worm; 
The Serpentine and Lizard-like 

From out my Skein took form, 
The while I heard the Voices 

Of those my Tho't bro't forth; 
Of all the things of Sea and Sky 

Or on the Face of Earth. 

The shapes of Insects and of Birds, 

Of Beasts of Field and Wood, 
Before my eyes were rendered 

And in my Weaving stood, 
While by their sounds and colors 

My senses were assailed 
Until to know them separate 

My ears and eyes had failed. 

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At last in Evolution 

Arose a New, Great Form — 
A Figure full of Power, 

Of Grace and Noble Charm — 
The Picture of the Ruler, 

The World's Most Mighty Thing:— 
Immortal Man, the Splendid, 

Of all Life else the King! 

And then, metho't, a greater change 

Took place within my Dream: 
My Consciousness I felt resolve 

Into a Mystic Stream, 
Until I knew the Thread was I, 

The Weaver and the Cloth; 
My Fabric was the Universe, 

From which no grain is lost. 

My Life am I, the Woven Thread; 

The Fabric and the Loom 
Are Life, Who weaves the strong and good, 

And not the pain and doom: — 
Man sees a Point upon the Yarn, 

To think that point is He, 
While Aye His Being weaves Itself 

Into Eternity! 



grhe wail of a babe on the Breath of the Night: 

The form of a woman in cowardly flight: 
An opening door and a stream of light: 
A Life wrecked and broken by Shame's deadly blight! 

120 "The Old, Old Story." 



ONE INITIATION 

All blame to a World that believes in a "sin;" 
Must tear with its vulturous talons and beak 

The heart a great love was permitted to win, 
And brand as a "crime" what is Nature to seek! 

A child reared by strangers, perhaps left to die; — 

At best, made to wander the path of a lie, 

A pain in his heart, a tear in his eye, 

A "bastard" and nameless, in pity passed by! 

All blame to the rulers and teachers of men 
Who witness a horror in Beauty and Youth; 

Who make of this World a harpies' foul den 
Because of their selfish denial of Truth! 

It is not a sin to love and to give: 
No more is it wrong in Love's Light to live; 
The worst of all errors is not to forgive. 
And not to accept what is good to receive! 

When men speak of Love as a thing to be bound 
They heed not the meaning of what they express: 

Thru giving of Gladness is Love's Treasure found, 
And not in the teaching of "shame" and disgrace! 




A faalm of IGtfr. 

/jtreat One of Being, Thou Who Walkest with me 

In the midst of men, and Who Openest mine eyes 
To the errors and the waywardnesses, 
The vanities and the follies 

J. Psalm of Life. 121 



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Of the unseeing and the deaf: 

Great Magician of the Ages, 

Before the Touch of Whose Magic Wand 

Are translated into Wonders and Beauties 

The forms and figures which do depict 

Thy Purpose, and in whose likeness 

Thy Tho't is translated, 

Again I call to Thee 

That Thou shalt weave for me a New Incantation; 

That Thou mayest give unto me a New Spell, 

Out of which I can evolve a New Song of Praise 

To Thee, Whose Glory Endureth Forever! 

Great Force of All, vibrating 

Thruout my single personality; 

Permeating, 

Including All the Universe of Things 

Visible and unseen; 

Thou Who Dost Breathe upon my brow 

A blessing and a benefaction; 

Who Art in the ether and the air, 

The wind and the rain, the sea and the land, 

Whose Mighty Hand boldest within Its Grasp 

The Cycles of the Firmaments, 

Let Thy Longing light my highest 

And my lowliest meditation. 

So that I shall see myself as I am 

And so my face may shine before the eyes of men 

With the Beams of Thine Own Radiance, 

That thus they shall be led 

To the Tables on which Thy Repast, 

Great Tho't, is spread. 

And which Thou hast declared Free 

122 A Psalm of Lift. 



ONE INITIATION 

To whomsoever wills to feast with Thee! 

Sublime Principle of Life, 

When my vision is uplifted 

And my tho't cometh into contact 

With the Tho't of Thee, 

The Secrets of the Eternal 

Stand revealed in all their Harmony — 

In all the Wonder and the Glory of their Majesty: 

Then upon my separate mind 

Is flashed the Image of Thy Meaning: 

Then the perception cometh unto me 

That all things live and move in Thee; 

That in Thee they abide, and out of Thee 

Cometh the knowledge and the vision 

No thing is there which liveth not, 

Moveth not, hath being not — — in Thee! 

Thou Who Searchest the hearts and intellects; 

Who Forever Governest and Guidest 

The Workings of Thine Own Sure Will 

Thru the channels of men's brains, 

Thou hast shown unto mine eyes a Stone, 

Which, before, I deemed inanimate and unintelligent, 

But which, touched by Thy Breath, 

Did swell and grow and burst asunder: 

Then I beheld a New Truth,— 

That the Rock had Life, and was imbued 

With the Consciousness of Thee: 

By the Impulse of Thy Tho't its form was changed,— 

Its figure moulded by the Magic of Thy Will! 

The Ground doth swell and heave and toss, 

And moving, lives, 

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Touched by the Tho't and Consciousness 

Of Thy Presence, Infinite, Divine! 

Low bow their tossing heads the Forest Kings, 

In salutation and in worship, 

Before the Utterance of Thy Mandates: 

In joyousness of Life and Motion 

All Nature cries aloud, for all things live, 

And are the Consciousness of Thee! 

Thou Art the Furnace Heat 

That doth Creation's Essence blend: 

Thou Art the Forge at Which all things are shaped. 

For Thou Art Heat and Light and Energy, 

And these are living, conscious, moving Force: 

Then Thou Art Supremest Force, 

Vibration Most Intense: 

All Consciousness and Tho't are One; 

Vibration and Tho't are One; 

Intelligence and Tho't are One: 

Thou Art the Universe and Thou Art Man! 

Then all forms Vibration are; 

Intelligence are they, 

And all are Conscious Tho't: 

Thus there is no thing that thinkest not 

Or which unconscious is! 

Thus Thou hast clearly shown to me 

That Greatest Force, 

The Most Terrific Energy 

Is that which to my human eye 

Doth not appear, 

While That Which Hath 

The Highest Consciousness, Intelligence — 

124 A Psalm of Life. 



ONE INITIATION 

The Greatest, Master Tho't,— 

Must be those Powers and those Shapes 

Which to my senses are not bro't 

And which to me, before, were not; 

Thus Cometh intimation, now, 

Thou Art the Atmosphere 

And knoweth me as I know not; 

Thou Art the living, moving, thinking Sea, 

And feelest me and lovest me 

Whene'er I plunge into the surf; 

While as my body subtler is 

Than the Waters are. 

Of higher form of Thee am I 

Than the Ocean Waves: 

Thus as my frame more substance is 

Than the Air I breathe, 

So am I less conscious than 

The Winds that touch and kiss my brow, 

Whispering encouragement and a promise fair 

That I shall become as free as even Thou Art Free, 

Evolving from this present form 

More conscious of those Highest Tho'ts 

Which come from out the Very Soul 

And Greatest Tho't of Thee, 

E'en as less material my earthly senses are 

And conscious, more intelligent 

Than tree and plant and stone! 

In Truth, Thou Art in all the ways 
And walks and forms of Life, 
For Thou Art Life, and I am Life, 
And thus am only Thee: 
A "Cloud of Witnesses" surround, 

J Psalm of Life. 125 



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Separate, yet merged in One, 

In each a Conscious Tho't 

And part and One with Thee, 

Who Art the Very All! 

My body is my tho't 

And all the World is Energy — 

All Energy but form of that 

Which is the Force of Me, 

My Purpose, Aim and End: — 

Man's Highest Destiny, — 

All-Consciousness of Hope and Love, 

Of Truth and Purity, 

And thus the Sum of All That Was 

And All That E'er Shall Be! 



®Ij0 MvLBttr Mxnh, 

2garke:-i now, My Pupil, 

"? Unto the Word of Truth, 

Enunciated and proclaimed 

From out the Master Mind, 

Who hath gathered up the Treasures 

Of the Archangels Free, — 

Those Bright Rays of Purest Light, 

Piercing thru the brain of Man 

And making Day his darkest Night; 

On Paths of Sunset Radiance 

The Bright Ones come to Earth 

To scatter Love and Power 

Wherever Hope hath birth! 

126 2 he Master Mind. 



ONE INITIATION 

The words of Man are futile 
To tell one part of Tho't: 
Whatever seems to go from Self 
Is back to Conscious Knowledge bro't 
By that same Force which sent it forth: 
Within Thy Mind all things are formed; 
Within Thy Tho't all Truth must bide, 
While from Thy Destiny and Life 
Thou never canst escape nor hide! 

Thou findest in the Way of Truth 
That Body, Mind and Tho't are one: 
That Tho't is All and Ev'ry where; 
Shall know no end, nor hath begun; 
Impinges on thy frame of flesh 
From ev'ry hand, above, below, 
By day, by night, where canst thou go. 
Upon the Steel thou placed thine hand, 
And then didst feel of Velvet Band, 
To question me why different 
Impressions (tho'ts) came to thy mind, 
And why sensations varying 
Thy finger-tips should in them find. 

Then thou didst learn a lesson fair, 
Didst pluck a blossom sweet and rare 
BYom out the garden-growth of Love, 
For then perception came to thee 
Thou sens'deth not the metal rough. 
But that Thy pulsing Waves of Tho't, 
All-vibrant with High Destiny, 
Had caught the message of the Steel, 
Vibrating Tho't of lower pitch; 

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Had heard vibrating atoms in 

The goods on which thine hand had lain. 

Thou seest in thy path a form 

And thinkest it material, 

Yet it is but a Wave of Light, 

Crossing, inter-lacing with 

What is Thy Self, another Wave. 

Vibrations from the Infinite 

Are Color, Heat and Sound, and Force; 

Vibrations, too, Material, 

Substance, Form, and Earth and Air: 

Vibrating Life and Tho't are Pow'r, 

And Power, Energy and Might 

Are Throbs Electric, Pulsing Light, 

Emotions tender, Purpose right! 

Great Son of Earth, men's words are weak 

To tell thee all I fain would speak, 

For "energy" and "force" and "might," 

And ' 'love' ' and ' 'truth' ' and ' 'hope' ' and ' 'right" 

And "mind" and "tho'f'and "consciousness" 

Seem varying, tho they express 

The same Great, Throbbing, Vital Tho't: 

If Force and Substance Movement be; 

All Being, Purpose, Destiny, ' ' 

No more than pulsing Waves of Force; 

All Force and Motion, Energy, 

Then Matter, Substance, Form and all 

Are Movement, Light, Electric Streams: 

Then all thy tho't is but One Tho't; 

Then ev'ry form is but One Form; 

Then all thy motive but One Law, 

128 A Psalm of Life. ; 



ONE INITIATION 

While ev'ry Ray of Truth that beams 
Athwart thy World of Mind but seems 
The Breath of OM, the Infinite! 

Within the compass of thy Mind — 

That mind which thou ivithin must find — 

That Soul which thou most truly art, 

From Whence there nought escapes nor flies — 

Are all these tho'ts and all these words: 

Thus in thy tho't of Might Supreme 

All pain and sorrow count a dream, 

While in gigantic strength and love 

Thou riseth in thy pow'r above 

The littleness of Lower Sense: 

Thy Motive, then, the Force Intense 

That gaveth birth to Worlds and Sun 

And started Sands of Time to run! 

Thy Master Tho't is Purity; 

Thy Perfect Soul is Destiny, — 

The End of Time, Eternity,— 

Thy Highest Good, the simple "Me" 

That thou within Thyself shalt see 

When thou art willing to perceive, 

When thou art grateful to receive 

And canst but know, and not "believe!" 

Thy "knowledge" seemeth but one truth: — 

The Truth of Being, which, in sooth, 

Is all the Truth thou may est know! 

All Indestructible is Force: 
E'en tho its evidence be changed 
All Energy fore'er remains 
In Essence pure, unaltered, true, 

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No whit diminished nor increased: 
So if thy tho't be Energy; 
The Purpose of thy earthly state 
Thy Motive-Soul and Destiny; 
If thy True Self be nought but Soul, 
Then thou, Thyself, art Energy, 
Immortal, Perfect Purity! 
Untouched by stain or sense of sin; 
Unmoved by sickness nor by pain, 
Thru seeming death Life must remain 
Thy Secret Source, Divinity — 
If Life be Movement, Energy. 

Fear not, My Son, to take thy way 
Along the Paths of Higher Tho't, 
For thou, again I state, art nought 
But swift vibration from the Source 
Of Supreme Energy and Force, 
While if these be but Throbs of Good, 
If all thy tho't be pure and true. 
Thus dost thou come attuned to them, 
And they, vibrating thru and thru 
The mortal frame that men call "you'\ 
Do bring at-one-ment with thy mind: 
At One with Universal Might, 
Thy tho't illumined by the Light 
Pulsated from the Central Sun, 
Thy Being is at One with All, 
While out of Thy Own Self is none 
That holdeth Form or Life or Hope, 
For if with All thou true art One, 
Then Thou wert All since All Had Scope! 

130 The Master Mind. 



ONE INITIATION 

The Test of Reason Fair may not 
Escape the sequence of thy tho't: 
Thou sayest that thou "sendest out" 
A wave of feeling or of love: 
Perceive this truth, Beloved Child 
(In mirth, again, hath Nature smiled) : 
Thou sayest what thou "sendest forth" 
Returneth to thyself increased: 
/ say Thou sendest not at all: 
Thy tho't remains within thy Soul: 
Thy "Soul, " or Motive or Intent, 
Embracest All the Universe 
In Consciousness of Life and Stress, 
While nothing leaves nor shall return 
Beyond the Universal Bourne! 

Thy only Motive, then. Mine Own, 

Must be to make thy tho't at One 

With the Tho't of Holy Om! 

Strive not within thyself to rule. 

But open wide thy Gates of Love 

To the Indwelling of the Truth. 

Thy "Soul" is but thy Highest Will, 

Which thou canst hold or, seeking, find 

Within the compass of Thy Self: 

Rest, then, in peace, in gratefulness, 

In Waves of Purest Happiness, 

With the Assurance of the Best 

That lieth in Good's Universe, 

Included, thus, within Thy Soul, 

Which thou hast learned comprisest All! 

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A ^0tt9 at purpoB?. 

nihink, Oh, My Brother, lest Spirit die! 

Think of what Motive must in you lie: 
Think of Harmony, Love and Peace: 
Think of the Joy of Love's Increase! 

Hold in your view Your Purpose High: 
Hold to those Tho'ts which the Infinite try: 
Hold to the Guidance of Spirits Blest: 
Hold to that Virtue which shuns not the Test! 

Fear not the Clasp of the Spirit Hand: 
Fear not to walk by the Will's Command: 
Fear not the Love of the Kind and True: 
Fear only that which is /ear to you! 

For "Spirit" is Tho't and Purpose Right; 
For "Soul" is Motive, Life's Great Arc-Light; 
For Life is all Purpose and Motive Pure, 
And Motive and Purpose for Aye endure! 

Sweet Love is the purpose of being all: 
Bright Angels from out of the Highest call 
And beckon to men on Tho't of "Might" 
To fly from their anguish and loathsome Night! 

/ cry to the Purpose and Motive Force 

That guides the Vast Suns in their steady course 

To be the Motive and Soul of Me, 

My Purpose and Ultimate Destiny 

Rest in the Tho't of the Trinity, — 
Motive, Purpose and Destiny, 
"Holy Spirit, Father and Son," 
The Infinite All and Eternal ONE! 

132 A Song of Purpose. 



ONE INITIATION 

Good Tho'ts are the Angels who speak to me 
Out of the Realms of Divinity; 
Great Motives are Spirits Pure and Fair, 
Freeing my mind from Doubt and Care. 

Open Your Life to the Tho't of Love, 
Bro't 'neath the Wings of the Carrier Dove 
Into a Dwelling where Harmony 
Sings the Sweet Song of the All to Be! 

Give of your store of worldly wealth: 
Give of your glory of Youth and Health: 
Love, for the sake of Love, alone. 
The Love of the Best to Man made known! 

E'en thus with Love shall your Cup run o'er. 
While Peace and Plenty untho't before 
Shall walk with you thru all your days. 
Thru the Valley of Death, to Eternal Ways! 



,jjl|Jen speak to me of "Law,** 

And I laugh at their folly — 
More laws men make. 
More laws men break — 
Yet 1 must perceive that there is One Law, 
Which is the Law of Being 
And the Law of Life; 
Which comprises and includes all laws; 
A Law in Which are contained 
All motives, all purposes, all destinies: 
When wrapped in contemplation 
Of the Universal Scope 

Vibrations of Infinity. 133 



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Of This One Great Principle; 

When touched by the Power 

Of Its All-Controlling Might, 

All human laws fade into nothingness 

And disappear 

Into the vanity of their creation! 

In the Beauty and the Excellence 
Of the All-Soul, 
It has been permitted that I, 
Who have written down the Words 
Of the High Tho't, 
Shall have been enlightened 
In the perception 

That the Body of Man is the Child 
And perfect creation 
Of Man's Mind- 
In the image made and of the materials 
Of Man's Imaginings. 
If it be true that Body 
Is come forth from 
And created out of Mind, 
Then Reason says to me 
That one are Mind and Body: 
If in all things they are but one, 
Then Body is all Mind. 

Further I do perceive, 

And here I must submit. 

That Mind comes forth from 

And is created in the form 

And out of the substance of Tho't — 

That of Tho'ts Substance, 

134 Vibrations of Infinity. 



ONE INITIATION 

In Tho't's Form, 
Is created and made 
Whatever is of Mind: 
Then Reason tells me true 
That Mind and Tho't are one: 
If thus they are but One, 
Mind can be nought save Tho't. 

Higher, now, 

Upon Tho't's Motive I would fly, 

Until I have perceived 

That out of Motive Pure, 

Or that which Man calls "Soul," 

Is created Tho't, 

And in its image fair. 

All of its substance made 

And in its perfect form: 

If Tho't and Motive, then, 

Or what Man terms his "Soul," 

Are of one substance, essence, mould, 

In Reason I conclude 

That Motive Force and tho't 

Are one, and Aye the same; 

That Body, Mind and Tho't 

Are purely Motive Force, 

And nothing more nor less. 

A 11 freed from earthly chains, 

From selfish purpose clear, 

And rising higher still 

Upon this Motive Tho't, 

I see another Dawn 

Break thru the Clouds of Mind:— 

Vibrations of Inftnitij. 135 



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That Purpose, Soul and Motive Pure 

Were ever One! 

What, then, is Motive Force 

But Tho't and Soul and Form? 

Tell what are all of these 

But Energy and Pow'r? 

Whatever more is Power 

Than Vibrating Heat and Light, 

Form and Color, Taste and Smell? 

If vibrating is all Life, 

All Form, all Sense, 

All Sense and Form and Life 

Vibrations truly are. 

And all Electric Energy, 

All Light and Heat and Pow'r 

Are but the Same Great Motive Force, 

In different words expressed, 

Or of a diff'rent Rate of Tense. 

Comes again the tho't: 

All Motive Force, or Energy, 

Is but Purpose, Soul — 

All Resistless, Overwhelming Might! 

In Pure Vibration, Tho't Pulsation, 

No sickness, pain nor sin abide. 

While Higher Rates of Actuation 

Are greater happiness, 

Are larger health, intelligence, 

Are Purity and all those Hopes 

In which Man places greatest trust. 

To sense of these, the Nobler States. 
136 Vibrations of Infinity. 



ONE INITIATION 

Man's Consciousness may leap, 
If so he wills! 

If Tho't be purely Purpose True; 
If Purpose True but Energy; 
If Energy and Motive-Force 
And vibrating atoms, one, 
Then in Tho't of Highest Form, 
Of Greatest Force, Sublimest Soul, 
Upon that Tho't's Vibration come 
Into Man's Life those very things 
He in his Mind's Objective holds. 

Now speaks out Reason's Voice again, 

To say to me that ALL IS ALL, 

And All, Vibrating Force or Tho't, 

Or Energy, or Form or Mind! 

If Man be Mind; if Mind be Tho't; 

If Tho't be Motive; Motive, Force, 

Then Man is Force, and nothing more: 

That which Man's Mind but once creates 

Is out of Purest Motive made. 

And must come forth in form and shape 

As generated in his Tho't! 

Thus all Creative Power is Man's 

When once from Doubt his Mind is freed: 

All-Controlling Truth and Love, 

All health, all wealth, all strength and might 

Existing in the Universe, his own. 

If only he will claim his Right! 

If Man be Motive, Purpose, Force, 

And these Vibration, Universe, 

Then Man is Universe and All 

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And What He Is is His, indeed! 

Man's words are seas that rise and wane; 

That ebbing, rise to fall again. 

While all his words but spell to me 

The Secret of His Destiny 

And Purpose in the Deity! 

No "god" Man knows more great than He, — 

No higher Law than Energy 

Pervading All Infinity: 

His only duty on this Sphere 

Must be to hold the Highest Tho't, 

Thus to vibrate in tune with Might, 

With Love Supreme and Clearest Light; 

Thus to become a Power here 

Untouched by stain or sense of fear, 

For these are notes of discord rife 

Within his Purpose, Mind and Life! 

Man knotvs one thing: Just that He IS, 

Yet what he knows is surely His, 

While if To Be is Might Supreme, 

Beyond his wildest hope or dream. 

Then just To Be is all he needs; 

Then thus To Be all longing feeds 

And satisfies Desire's care 

In ev'ry phase and ev'ry-where! 

Thus Man the little, Man the Great, 

Needs not Man's law nor e'en Man's State 

To rise to highest Peak of Fate: 

Need only do that which he sees 

To be aright, nor on his knees 

To pray for mercy or for grace 

From Man-made laws or Man-made "god:" 

138 Vibrations of Infinity. 



ONE INITIATION 

Nor can he be "inspired" of aught 

Save what is highest pitch of tho't, 

For "spirit," "soul" and "tho't" are One, 

And Purpose, all, since Days have run! 

I need no Man's authority 

To write these Words which come to me 

From out the Vast Infinity 

Which is My Grandest Tho't, 

And thus, Supremest Force! 



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The finite Atom infinite that forms thy circle's centre- 
dot, 

So full-sufficient for itself, for other selves existing not, 

Finds the world mighty as 'tis small; yet must he 
fought the unequal fray; 

A myriad giants here; and there a pinch of dust, a 
clod of clay. 

******* From self-approval seek applause: What ken 
not men thou kennest, thou! 

Spurn ev'ry idol others raise: Before thine own Ideal 
bow; 

Be thine own Deus: Make self free, liberal as the cir- 
cling air: 

Thy Thought to thee an Empire be; break ev'ry pris- 
on'ing lock and bar: 

******* To seek the True, to glad the heart, such is of 

life the HIGHER LA W, 
Whose diff'rence is the Man's degree, the Man of Gold, 

the Man of Straw. 
See not that something in Mankind that rouses hate or 

scorn or strife. 
Better the worm of Izrail than Death that walks in 

form of life. 

{Quotations from 

'The Kasidah of Haji Ahdu El-Texdi.'— 
Sir Richard Francis Burton.) 



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l00k ®m0: 
Ql0tt0ttmmatt0n. 



141 



Cosmic Pokms, 



'3m All J0 All. aniJ Abaolutp." 



142 



Hook (Ema, 



I^armott^. 



/jftne there is who has risen up in your City 

Who has been instructed in the High Spirit 
(Which, to the understanding of simple me, 
Means in the high purpose and the high end) ; 
Who has been enhghtened in the light 
Of her most loving, purest tho't. 
And who has established a school 
For the communion of all Souls: 
Unto her name 
And to the luster of her fame 
I would inscribe these lines, 
For I perceive 

That she has made her being pure 
With the tho't of Purity; 
That she has been baptized 
In the Baptism of the Holy Spirit 
(Which I apprehend is the Whole Purpose, 
Unselfish, wise and true). 
The Greatest of this Earth have been, 
Thru all the Ages past. 
The kindest, most unselfish of all men, 
Wherefore I must admit 
This lady truly great, 

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In truth, unselfish, loving, kind, 
And would to her extend 
What praise is her desert. 

Firm in this Purpose to which I my life devote, 

I would seek long and from my tho't bring out 

The answers to all problems that my mind beset: 

She of whom I speak has never given me 

Reason sufficient to enable me to see 

Why she the motive of her life has made 

This one intent. 

Except in public she has said 

That of the "Spirit" 

She in all is gently led; 

That "Spirit" did her mind inspire 

And fill it with the sweet desire 

To be of benefit to Man; 

To that great end would men unite 

On certain dates, at stated time. 

In one strong tho't of Love and Peace, 

Thus to send forth unto the Race 

A wave of joy and happiness. 

In the aim and end of Highest Destiny 

I fain would look into this tho't and see 

Its actuating principle and law, 

So I may tell to Man, 

In words both bold and plain. 

How works this mighty force 

Within his mind and brain. 

In Racial History, one truth pre-eminent 

Must seem to stand: 

Thru education, superstition, 

144 Harmony. 



TWO CONSUMMATION 

Or thru fear of loss and death, 

Men have been cowed by other men, 

Or ruled and governed by the might 

And force of higher intellect. 

Of greater strength of numbers 

Or of weight: 

Great Truths have often been disclosed, 

And oft have been revealed in part 

Till Man, amazed, his reason dazed 

By some vast evidence of force, 

Has bowed and worshipped at a shrine 

Of Mystery 

That Reason's Law would swift define 

As Pure Simplicity: 

Yet Happiness is Liberty; 

In bondage nought save misery, 

Or sickness, pain and bitter death. 

While he whose tho't is wholly free. 

Who seeks no more than greater grovi^th 

And larger knowledge of the Truth 

Escapes all these: And why? 

In tho't, to Nature let us go 

And question her, that she may show 

Us Why: 

Upon an harp I smite a string 

Till clear and pure there forth shall ring 

A silver note: 

Again I strike the yielding wire 

While to my hand my harp replies 

In words of mellow, golden fire 

But sounding out a diff 'rent note: 

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Again I touch the instrument, 

But now I strike in harmony 

Both strings my former efforts bent, 

And of the union of the two 

There comes another, varied tone 

Than by the single notes made l^nown, 

And purer, stronger than were they: 

Now building on my double tone. 

Upon my twain I add a third 

And higher note, until a chord 

From out the silver strings 

Has risen up. 

And singleness and harmony 

My music speaks, 

A perfect "One in Three:" 

Upon my chord at last I build 

A fourth and other note; 

An octave answers to my call 

And comes my mind attuned until, 

From tho't reverberated, 

My Life is into Sound translated 

Of pulsing Harmony, 

While waves of joy and happiness 

Sweep over body, mind and Soul! 

This end, from Music, to attain, 

I must preserve the single key 

My first note gave. 

Nor may disdain 

The Rule of Melody, 

For when to other key I move 

1 lose the tho't of Hope and Love, 

While in the crash of Discord's strife 

146 IJcwniotiy. 



1'VVo CONSUMMATION 

A shudder creeps across my Life, 
And sick and hateful j?rows the mind 
Which theretofore was well and kind! 

Into a noble edifice 

One day 1 strayed, 

And stood within its portals wide: 

An or^an touched by mast(;r-hand 

Sent forth its tones from vault o'er-head: 

The multi-throated instrument 

On work of Worlds seemed all-intent: 

Vast Ocean-floods of Melody 

Not only shook the Soul of Me, 

And made my breath to come and ^o 

Upon the rythmic ebb and flow 

Of Symphony, 

Rut stirred the building- to the j^round 

With mi^^ht of all-pervading Sound! 

What Mystery does Sound contain 
To shake Man's body and his brain; 
E'en thus to cause the wood and stone 
To cringe and tremble, laugh and moan? 

Now to the Realm of Chemistry 
I take this tho't of Destiny 
And wond'rous Life: 
An acid pour I in a glass; 
Within the liquid then I place 
A piece of common wood; — 
Why does the fluid burn and char 
The fiber of the pine, 
Yet on the glass leave ne'er a scar 
Nor scarce a stain? 

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Why does electric force refuse 

To penetrate a certain phase 

Of mineral 

That waves of light 

Can overcome without abate? 

Why do some colors please the sense. 

While some revolt? 

Why scalds my hand a certain heat 

In water held? 

How does Chamelion change his hue 

His state to meet? 

What is the "Law of Gravitation"? 

What is the Actuating Force 

That Permeates All's Universe? 

With what Great Word can I describe 

That Mighty Power 

Else with that Wond'rous Word, 

VIBRATION? 

To Science I have cried in vain, 
For back to me, in stern disdain, 
She makes reply: 
"These things are so. 
Ask me not Why!" 

So now again to Music's Temple 
I must turn, 

To listen to her word profound, 
And there to learn. 

Did you not hear the waves of sound 
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Gush from the Organ's throat? 

Did you not notice when a note 

Discordant, false, by accident 

The player struck, 

How all the waves went dead and fell; 

How mind and body, listening, 

Were shocked and angered by the ring 

Of falsity; 

How e'en the building seemed amazed, 

And Silence reigned, and Death? 

Thus Harmony is Life; 

All Life is Energy; 

All Energy is Force,— 

All Force, Vibrating Electrons, 

While what is all-vibrating 

Must be pure Vibration! 

That which vibrates in equal waves 

Must sympathize, 

Must fuse and blend, and must attract: 

What throbs to other Primal Key 

Cannot affinitize. 

And but repels; cannot unite 

In Couplet, Chord, or Octave's note: 

The atoms vibrate in the oil 

To other Key than water held, 

And thus they must remain apart. 

Electric Force cannot pass thru 

The pane of glass, 

For in the Law of Pure Vibration 

They will not harmonize 

Because of diverse Scale. 

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The greater volume of the sound 

Drowns out the minor strain; 

Thus must the waves of Earth's Refrain 

Absorb the lesser notes, 

As must the Octave overcome 

The Couplet and the Chord. 

Discord is Death, 

While Harmony is Life Supreme, 

Is purest tho't and neatest love, 

Is happiness beyond the dream 

Of little Man! 

All highest light of Inspiration 

Comes from highest Tho't Vibration, 

In Harmony. 

Within the Tho't of Universe 

There lies the Mighty Consciousness 

Of All, 

And in the volume and the force 

Sent out into Infinity 

Upon Tho't's Wave, 

All lesser notes are swallowed up 

And bro't to Harmony. 

Man's Mind may hold the Master-Key, 

If so he wills, 

For mind and action echo back. 

Reverberate the Motive Note 

Of Man's Own Will. 

If he would know the secret tho't 

Of any form or any thing. 

All he needs is but to hold 

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Its image in his mind 

And then to listen for the Key 

The Strings of Life make answer to 

And echo back: 

Soon must he be 

Enlightened in the mystery 

Of all he loves, if then he will 

But harmonize his mental state 

With what he seeks to know, 

For unto him it shall relate 

Its story fair. 

In Peace is Harmony; 

In Love is Symphony, 

Conveying sense of ecstacy 

And bliss supreme! 

The Key-Note, then, of Happiness 

This Lady gives to Man, 

For when he holds the tho't she gives 

His being vibrates all in tune 

To Waves of Good, 

While streams of over-whelming pow'r 

Sweep thru his Evidence of Life, 

To still the notes of Hate and Strife 

So Health and Strength in him again 

Make answer to the glad refrain 

Of Unselfish Love, 

All Love is Harmony: 
Pure Harmony's the Mighty Force 
That shakes the Dome of Universe, 
That fuses metals, earth and air, 
And re-creates to image fair 

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Discordant notes and ugly forms, 

While this great Law of Harmony 

Brings Man to sense of Unity 

With Deity; 

Awakes in him Divinity 

And perfect grace! 

That which is founded not 

Upon the Good of All 

Must in the end disclose 

False Discord's note, 

And e'en must fall: 

Thus must all governments 

And churches fall. 

When Truth and Love shall reign supreme 

And over all! 

The swelling burst of Harmony 

Contained in Universal Love 

Must swallow up all lesser notes. 

While ev'ry love of less than All 

Can end in nought save misery, 

Tho Man 

May often have pronounced it Good: 

Yet out of his unhappiness 

He shall awake 

In time to see the Perfect Dawn, 

While more intense his agony 

The more supreme his ecstacy. 

So I would pray (if prayer were mine) 

For loss and pain and bitter wrong, 

Or utter Death; 

I would submit my frame 

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To torture of the flame ; 

Full freely I would give myself 

To ignomy and shame 

If thus thru suffering I could 

To harvest bring this Greatest Good, 

And reap All-Harmony! 

This one great lesson follows me 

Where'er I go; — 

This Tho't my mind must close-pursue 

In all I do: 

That ALL IS ALL! 

This Life of Mine 's 

The Poem I would write; 

Man's own trtie life and my true life 

Are all One Life; 

Thus / must live in you; 

Thus / must move in you; 

Thus / must being have in you 

In far more ways 

Than ever you have tho't! 

What man is there 
Whose hand I may not take — 
What criminal so low but he is Man? 
I, too, am Man, 
And if we both are Man 
Then we are One: 

Then true am / no better than is he. 
Then true is he no worse than you 
That he has stolen, raped or falsely sworn. 
Or e'en has shed 
His fellow's blood! 

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Does not your Governor do this? 

Do not the Kings and Presidents do this? 

Then why, 

Because some men proclaim him false, 

Shall I declare him not all true? 

So him I bless and go my way; 

Now I pronounce his being pure 

And sweet as morning air, 

For brightest light and purity 

And sweetness dwell in him. 

Will he but see: 

For unto him sing Nightingale, 

The Mocking-bird and Lark; 

Music 

Beatific 

Around Mm swells, will he but hear! 

A Mighty Song of Glory fill my All 

When on Man I look; 

Most high Vibrations fill my Soul, 

When of him I think, 

For Man is All, and All is Man, 

If he will only understand! 

My Life o'er-flows with gladness 

And with praise of Good, 

For All is Good! 

Tho I fain might hold my hand 

And write a lesser song. 

The Great Pulsation of the Universe 

Around me rolls, 

My mind enfolds, 

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Till swings my rhyme in tune! 

True Liberty is Harmony, 
True Happiness the Symphony 
Of Love and Life: 
All Purity and Power reign 
Within this World of Mine; 
Resentful tho'ts have gone, 
To nevermore return, 
And all is well! 

Who would not be a Poem or a Song, 
Or an Anthem's wond'rous strain, 
When thus to be is Happiness, 
Is Freedom's Might and Sweetest Bliss? 

Irradiating Waves of Love 

From out me gush, 

While all I give 

Comes back to me in mighty rush 

Of Holy Love! 

/ cannot give at all. 

But seem to give, 

But I my Soul may all attune 

To throbs of highest tho't-pulsation, 

To Purest Keys of Inspiration, 

If so I will, and All is Mine! 




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[hat pity 't is Man will refuse 
To see within himself 
What he really Is, 
And realizing Might Sublime 
Within him lies, 
Which at his will 
Awaits his call, 
Shall cease his murmers, still his sighs, 
To blame no more the Universe 
For the evil and the curse 
Upon his days! 

Good is my All, for All is Good: 

If more than Goodness is your "God/' 

Then none of him will I 
And swift his being must destroy! 
Well is my All: 
If this your "God" 
Be more than Well, 
With angry rod 
I scourge him from my sight — 
Would from his presence' blight 
Withdraw my will. 
For that which seems as more than well 
Cannot be Health, nor may I tell 
(Outside of men's imagined "hell,") 
Of that which can be good, 
And more than Good! 

Great is my All: 
If more than Might 

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Your **God" may be, from his estate 

I cast him out, 
For more than Greatness is not strong, 
While Strength and Force of Universe 

Are in my All! 

My Altitude is Light, 
Where Darkness must not mar 
A loving tho't, nor dim a star. 
While if your "God" be more than Light 
His being cannot seem so bright 

As is my All, 
Thus shall his nearness but affright, — 
Therefore, I pray you, spurn him out 
And will his fall! 

Then if your "God" than Truth be more, 

He is not true 

To aught of you. 
So from your mind I would implore 
You make his image disappear 

To come no more! 

My All is Free: 

No bonds nor chains 
Of homage nor of mystery 

My world retains: 
Thus with My All at liberty, 
I ask no higher destiny 

Than but to grow 
Within the Tho't the Highest know: 
So take your slavish gods away: 
Within my world they must not stay 

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A single day, — 
For this I see; 
If more than free 
Your deity, 
He is a slave! 

My All is Pure: 

If "God" can be 
In aught the ynore than Purity, 

I pray you take him hence, 
Nor make my nostrils long endure 

Such noisesome stench! 

Nor does abide my tho't within 

Such thing as "sin:" 
If more than Sinlessness your "God" 
His touch to me can never bless; 

Where he has trod 
Goes Selfishness and Wrong, 

Walks grim Remorse 

And Sorrow's Curse! 

My Best is Love: 

If more than Love 
Can be your "God," and does remove 

From Love his tho't. 
His presence in My World has bro't 

This Soul to nought 

But wickedness. 

Nor e'er the kiss 
Of noblest Love and highest Bliss! 
Take far away your idols grim, 
And in some corner, cold and dim, 

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Bow down and worship as you will, 
But do not hope my mouth to fill 
With praises of your choice: 
My All is where 1 can rejoice 
In what is Good and Well and Light; 

While Truth and Might 

And Liberty, 
Sweet Love of All that e'er shall be 
Must there abide and walk with me. 
From Care and Doubt my mind to free, 
From pain and sickness bodily, 

Forevermore! 

My All is Man: 

If more than He 

Your "God" can be 
Of him I may have none — 
Most quickly must have done 

With such a one. 
For I am Man, and am my All, 

My Greatest Soul, 
My Highest Purpose, Noblest Tho't 
Or Intent in this earthly state: 

Far greater than 

Your "God" is Man, 
For this your "God" Man can refuse 
In anything to recognize; 
Him can destroy whene'er he choose, 
Nor in his sure destruction lose 

A worthy prize! 

If Mart than any "god" be more, 
A Crown of Glory must He Wear 

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Upon His Brow, 

Nor may / bow 
To god nor Man, for Man am I, 
And My Own Beauty must descry 

When thus I praise, 

In ev'ry phase, 
The Monarch of the Earth and Sky, 

Great, Soulful Man: 
No more my knee shall bend in prayer. 

Nor I declare 
Allegiance to a thing more fair 
Than Tho't and Will of Man, 

And that My Own! 

Now fear I not to make it known: — 
This Purpose which Within has grown 

To fill My All, 
Thus forming from Itself the Soul 
And Motive of My Destiny: 

Nor need I care 
That gross Intolerance 
And densest Ignorance 
Shall wish with me to interfere. 

E'en sometimes seek 
To still my tongue when I would speak. 

For they are not 

Within my tho't, 

Which holds My All! 
Take, now, your little gods away, — 
To me they are no more 

Than "children's play:" 
The Idols set by Lust and Greed 
To hold Man from his Highest Good 

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Upon this Sphere; 
The currents of my mind to dam 
From flowing where 1 truly AM, 

Eternally! 



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I 

fow, Oh, Man, 

I would lift up my voice, 
For unto you I fain would tell 
A secret fair: 
How in the tho't of you 
The worlds rejoice: 

How 'round about you rolls and swells 
Tremendous Force: 
How within you there abides 
The hidden source 
Of a Wond'rous Universe, 
V\^hich you refuse to see, 
Tho in refusal there resides 
Your grief and pain 
And all your misery! 

When, Oh, Man, 

I hear your words. 

And watch your vain contentions pass 

Athwart my ways, 

In pity think I of the herds 

That browse upon the herbs and grass 

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For then, perforce, I see in you 

The motives of the beast, — 

The aspirations of the glutton sloth 

To eat and sleep; 

I see in you the soul of braying ass. 

Who roars and rages 

When the Words of Truth 

Disturb his Peace! 

Still not for this, Oh, Brother Mine, 

Shall I feel aught of rage or fear. 

For in you, too, I see 

That Which You Truly Are; 

E'en tho you strive to be unkind, 

I grasp your mission true, 

For all my being I attune 

Unto your Motive Key, 

Till you have told me of Your All, 

The Story of Your Life 

And of Your Destiny! 

How can I say to you, 

Oh, Man, my real intent; 

How, now, in measure sweet and pure 

From out my instrument, 

(These words) 

Sound forth a song of praise of you 

That shall endure? 

II 

Twelve Motive-Notes in Sound I hear. 
Each Seven-fold: 
On this fair motive tho't I rear 
My Symphony 

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Of Destiny, 

For all these many notes are pure, — 

In harmony: 

Thus on the Universal Scale 

Twelve Great Key-Notes control 

Eternity, 

Each Seven-fold. 

Of seven stars the Pleiades, 

While seven aspirations fill 

Man's conscious soul: 

Love, peace and knowledge are the three 

That seem to me 

Of highest key; 

Then fame, position, wealth and family. 

In Color is a wond'rous pow'r — 

And seven-fold. 

While Vegetation Science claims 

Must seven hold. 

Six forms of Crystal have been found 

By Man; 

The Seventh Note from out the Scale 

Of Mineral 

Is in the Star-dust and the Skies, 

But on our Earth forgot, 

Tho ever Highest Spirit cries 

To Man to seek and search it out, 

For thus to find the Seventh Form 

Shall be to hold the Magic Charm; 

Shall be to grasp the hidden cure 

Of all the ills Man must endure! 

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The Animals have seven Forms: 
The lowest of them all the Worms, 
Then Insect, Fishes, Serpents, Birds, 
Quadrupeda, quadrumana. 
Attest the truth of Ancient Words. 

Man's Being, too, has seven sides 

To be portrayed: 

Body, Brains, Emotions, Will, 

Are each by each arrayed, 

While Memory and Reason fill 

His conscious life 

With war and strife, 

Uutil o'er all the Voice of Soul, 

Or Motive Force, 

From out the Silence speaks 

And complements his Universe; 

Thus run the Keys: 

The Crystaline or Mineral, 

And then the Seas; 

Then Gaseous or Aerial; 

Then come the Plant and Animal, 

And then comes Man. 

Man's certain knowledge and his sway 

Seems to these planes confined, nor may 

Arise above his consciousness 

Of things of Earth, 

Unless upon Heat's fervid wings 

Evinced in fever of his frame, 

Or thru the rush of Passion's flame,— 

Perhaps the workings of the Will 

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Or by the pictures Memory fill; 
Perhaps in answering Reason's call 
The higher notes pervading All 
Reverberate 
From out his Soul; 
Then must his lesser self vibrate 
And passive being catch the note 
Of Highest Purpose Man has known: 
The Good of All! 

Thus in Man's person is the string 

That echoes back the Spirit Ring 

Of Nature's Voice: 

Creation's Note which forth did call 

From out the All 

The Rocks and Stones 

Is in Man's bones 

Recalled: 

His organs pour out liquid seas 

And the many-scented breeze 

Is on his breath: 

A forest and a garden fair 

Are in his hair, 

While flesh of Animal remains 

For all Man's pains 

To bear: 

The Sixth Great Note upon the Scale 

Is Man, himself: 

The seventh rate of actuation, 

And next Great Key-note of Pulsation 

Our Tongue calls Heat: 

As in Progression 

This Life has passed each lower Phase, 

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This Purpose which I am, 

In all its consciousness, 

Must vibrate in a form of flame. 

And in an Astral Body claim 

Its Heritage. 

To numbers Seven 

Makes answer Heaven — 

Thus Heat must reach its seventh stage ^ 

Ere it can leap 

The Chasm Deep 

To take the form of Sound: 

Thus mounting Each Successive Round 

Upon the Ladder of the All, 

These tho'ts from out the Mystic fall, 

Till what was Mystery 

This fair Philosophy 

Does clear expound! 

The Will of Man must be the fire 

To burn away all gross desire; 

Then shall his being ring to Sound 

Until to Color it shall bound 

Upon the impulse of his Tho't: 

Yet Music's note. 

To Mind can float 

Thru but the passage of Man's Ear, 

While Color's wave 

Can penetrate 

Unto his Tho't 

Save by the organs of his Sight, 

So open must be ears of Man 

Ere he can hear, 

And open must be eyes of Man 

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Ere he can peer 

Into Eternity, 

Or he can see 

Or know aught of his Destiny! 

Of potents seven Light must be: 

On thru the seven grades of Heat, 

As seven notes in Sound must beat 

Upon the sense, 

This Soul must pass 

Thru All, 

Its might for Aye accelerating 

And faster in its force vibrating 

Until, 

The Light its being permeating. 

From Color has become: 

Then on thru still another Seven, 

As Heaven follows Greater Heaven, 

Shall Tho't evolve, 

To swift resolve 

From Light's own form 

To higher form 

Of Electricity: 

On thru Electric Phases Seven 

This Life shall grow, until to Tho't 

Its form is bro't 

By its Internal Will: 

Thence on to Higher Motive still 

Shall I progress until 

To Motive Pure this Consciousness 

Has entered in; 

Then when to Motive's Seventh Note 

I shall begin 

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To answer back, I thence shall float 

Upon the All, 

And shall be All;— 

Then shall my Pilgrimage be o'er. 

For Bliss Supreme shall evermore 

Be Mine! 

Ill 

Why, then, need Man abate his breath 

In any horrid fear of Death; 

Why, then, need he take time to grieve 

When those he loves, perchance, shall leave 

This Human Plane? 

Why, then, complain 

Against the Fate that takes away 

His form of clay, 

When by that change he but can be 

Into another Primal Key 

Of Vibrant Force 

Of Universe 

Transformed? 

The Earth and Sea between 

Must intervene 

A gap of nothingness: 

Between the Water and the Wind 

A lapse we find: 

'Twixt Vegetation and the next 

Great form of Life, the Animal, 

On Tho't's Index, 

We see a space: 

Thus on we trace, 

As we progress, 

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The Consciousness: 

From Heat- Vibrations up to Sound 

A gulf is found 

Of Nothingness: 

Thence on to Light and Color's Wave 

There is a grave 

Wherein lies nought save Death; 

As swift to Force Electrical, 

Upon our passage thru the All, 

We upw^ard fly, 

We quick descry 

A drear abyss: 

Thus as we journey step by step, 

And thus the Ladder up we climb, 

Each step is over Nothingness 

And seeming Death! 

What vibrates, moves; 

Thus moving, lives; 

Thus living, gives. 

And giving, loves, 

Excepting selfish Man, 

Who fain would grasp and hold for Aye 

His present form, and fears to die; 

Who hesitates 

Before he spreads his wings to fly 

To better states: 

Why seeks he immortality 

Within his human frame? 

By passing thence to Form of Flame 

He finds a Purer Key 

Upon the Universal Scale, 

Whence thru the Seventh Phase of Heat 

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His Consciousness shall beat 

Its measured tread: 

Thus Heavens Forty-three 

I see 

Reserved for me 

Within this Tho't of Immortality 

In Motive-Key; 

Thus to the Highest Consciousness 

Of Man would rise, in harmony 

With Destiny! 

In Love Man's greatest happiness 

He can express, — 

In giving finds his greatest gain, 

While must the Consciousness remain 

Of Love of All the Highest Plane 

Man's Tho't can reach! 

This, then, I teach: 

That which is dead can never move 

Nor ever love, 

And that from which the breath has fled 

Is but the Space which intervenes 

Between the Motive-Keys of Life: 

O'er Death Man's Purpose e'en must go 

If he would grasp his Heritage, 

And if he would most surely know 

His Noblest Joy. 

From Highest Note upon the Scale 

Of Human Consciousness 

This Soul shall pass with greatest ease 

To those Sweeter Realms of Bliss 

Found in other Forms and Keys. 



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From one form of Ener^ 

To other form of Energy, 

With another Primal Key, 

Can Force or Matter be translated, 

And Soul and Energy and Form 

Are but the Tho't of One vibrated 

From out the Highest Planes. 

Creative Force I fain would be, 

For that must seem the Highest Key 

Of Human Destiny: 

In Tho't of Universal Love 

I fain would live and be and move, 

Forevermore, 

And loving thus, my All attune 

To those Waves of Good which come 

From the Tho't of Holy OM, 

The Infinite! 

The Key-Note of my Being, then, 

Is Greater Love of Greater Man, 

A Love which grasps within its span 

The World of Men: 

When else I strive or seek to be 

There intervenes another Key; 

Then Discord reigns within my Tho't, 

In-bringing Misery and Doubt, 

Till all to Nothingness is bro't 

And fell Inharmony, 

Destroying Happiness and Peace, 

Consuming Hope of Sweet Release 

To those Realms of Purer Bliss 

Found in a Higher Key! 

It shall not be: 

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Within the bounds of Perfect Me 

I am a Man, 

To be the noblest one I can, 

But nothing else: — 

Then I must in that Consciousness 

Thru Life progress 

Into Eternity: 

It is enough, and satisfies, 

For in this tho't the meaning lies 

Of all there is or e'er can be 

In Destiny, 

In thus Progressing, Evermore! 



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^gain. Oh, My Brother, 
There speaks within 
This Being which I Am, 
The Spirit of that Ancient Sage, 
Whose mind, inspired of Holy Rage, 
Rang to the throbs of Truth and Right; 
Who spoke in words of tender might; 
Whose visage shone with that Sweet Light 
Which beams afrom the one whose tho't 
Holds firm the Good in All! 

This Spirit acting as my Guide 
And walking always at my side, 
Is not a man as men are seen 
Of mortal eyes; 

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Nor has this Spirit "angel- wings" 

On which he flies, 

Aught more than you or I; 

Nor has he "astral body" e'en, 

Or form perceptible of Man, 

Yet form he has whene'er he wills 

To take a form! 

My "Guide" is ThoH — 

No more is he than that, 

Tho I can see, 

If such is he, 

He is what you and I must be, 

In this presence bodily, 

By will or not! 

Thus when I say the "Spirit" speaks 

Who spoke in ages long since past, 

I mean his Purpose has returned 

To Earth, 

And given birth 

Within this sep'rate Mind I am 

Of his own teaching and his tho't 

As here exprest: 

So when men's words become involved 

And they find 

Life's problems more than can be solved 

By them, 

Back I would call their wand'ring steps 

To paths where Reason's Light can beam 

More brightly fair. 

To make all clear 

That darkened to their eyes has been 

Behind a mist of Words. 

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My pen now waits the measured beat 

Of Tho't's Great Message, pure and sweet, 

To rouse from sleep on Reason's Seat 

That Highest Motive Man can find 

Within the compass of his mind — 

The Wealth of Universal Love — 

Of It to write. 

That, in this Grand Philosophy, 

Which in the lives of men would be 

Impractical, shall not remain: 

That teaching which from bond and chain. 

From anguish, loss and grinding pain, 

Sets not Man's mind at liberty 

To grow in knowledge, rich and free. 

Of what is his in Destiny 

I hold in vain. 

And would refrain 

From writing down. 

Thus must the Highest Consciousness 

Seek from within Man to express 

Its Word of Love: 

So must the Spirit strive to give 

To him the Keys to Pow'r Divine, 

His Motives, in all, to refine 

To that Pure State where Tho't resounds 

The Great Key-Note that Purpose sounds. 

Which Will and Rea son catch and hold. 

Thus causing him in all to grow 

Along those Ways the Greatest know! 

It is my wish to demonstrate 

The Truth of all that I relate. 

Which thus I tell, 

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So now I dwell 
Upon the glory and the gain, 
Upon the good Man can attain 
In Universal Love! 

Would you e'er say, Oh, Brother Mine, 

That you can change Love's Law Divine: 

Would think that in your selfish gain 

You e'er can win 

What satisfies 

Or justifies 

Your being on this Earthly Plane? 

What have you won from war and strife, 

Thru all the ages of your life 

Upon this Earth, 

But grief and Pain? 

Have you once drawn a grateful breath, 

From hour of birth 

To day of death, 

The while you sought your own to gain. 

To hold to you with lock and chain 

Your Fond Desire? 

Like flame of fire 

Your burning passions scorched your frame, 

While to your tho't but madness came 

From out your Wish! 

Did anger flash 

Behind your eye, 

Oh, Man, and did you cry. 

In vain, aloud 

Unto your "god"? 

Did you, in foolishness, rely 

Upon the aid of deity 

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To bring to you that which you craved? 

And did you note that, tho attained, 

Possession sure has never saved 

The worth of what you gained? 

E'en if t were empires won by sword. 

Did else you reap for your reward 

Than death in desert solitudes? 

And did you wealth around you pile, 

The while you sought, by art and guile. 

Your gold to use 

To buy that joy you would refuse 

Your fellow-man, to find your wealth 

But horrid chains which bound — yourself? 

But loss and failure wait on you, 

Oh, Man, 

Nor can 

You win; 

Nor shall your strength and will avail. 

Nor can you in a thing but fail 

While thus you strive yourself to please — 

While thus you seek to take your ease 

At others' cost! 

Your object ever has been lost 

When you would do aught else than give 

From out your boundless store of Love: 

To love, to be, 

Must seem to me 

My greatest Good, my only worthy care. 

So this one tho't I take with me 

To ev'ry time and where: 

My All of Good must come from Man! 

What Good from other Source e'er can 

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Be found by me? For I am Man, 
And all of Nature's Good must take 
Within myself, and there remake. 
Before to me 
It grows to be 
A goodly thing. 

Did you, at last, your strife resign, 

And then observe, Oh, Brother Mine, 

How soon to harmony was bro't 

Disordered mind, wherein was nought 

Save agony: 

When in the end you ceased your war 

With your own grander, nobler tho't. 

Dear Love and Peace came back again 

To you, the most deprived of men. 

Till all your lost was found 

Within the bound 

Of Man and — you? 

All this I say is true, 

For in my path on Ways of Fate 

It came to me as I relate: 

All have I lost 

That men hold good, yet gained the most, 

For better came to take the place 

Of what I cast away. 

When stripped and bare, I still could say: 

"I am but Life; my life is Love; 

To love, to give. 

To be, to live. 

Is all I am, but is enough;" 

Then freely gave I all I had: 

'T was only Love, 

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Yet loved I with a love so strong, 

And sang I such a wond'rous Song 

Of Love, 

By its pure strains men's souls were moved 

To love — 

And then to give to me their love 

And (tho they knew it not) themselves! 

Now Plenty waits on all my needs. 

While Fullness feeds 

And builds anew my mind and tho't 

In Motive true. 

No more am I 

Than ev'ry man whom I descry 

Along my way. 

The road to Man's one Paradise 

Leads over Plains of Sacrifice; 

No other way 

Can he attain his sweetest peace. 

Why need he fear to walk the road 

That leads to his own Greatest Good — 

The Good of All — 

And thus attain 

The fullest gain 

Of his own Soul ? 

Hark, then, the counsel of the Wise, 

And in your World of Tho't dispise 

Your wrong and loss: 

'T is but the price, 

Nor ever once full-recompense 

For what Your Universe consents 

To give you back, 

Which you may take 

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Whene'er you choose. 

You spoke to me, Oh, Man, 

Of "decency", 

"Respectability", 

Till far within myself I smiled, 

Altho I answered not, 

For then I sighed 

To see you from the Truth beguiled 

Apart so wide! 

What are these things of which you prate 

But emptiness and vanity. 

But folly of the blackest hue? 

Here once again I say to you, 

Bewildered Man: 

You never can 

In one thing be 

Excepting perfect decency. 

No matter with what strength you try, 

For nouglit is there in earth or sky 

Save Cleanhness and Purity, 

So you speak what's a baleful lie 

Whene'er you name 

Your frame 

"Unclean" in any part: 

Deep in your heart 

You own the truth of what I mean: 

When thus you hide your flesh beneath 

These garments which your bodies sheath, 

Thus tie yourselves with cords and strings 

And bind yourselves, your bondage brings 

Your sickness and your pain, 

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While making strange your any part 

Is all a trick of Lewdness' art 

To fill your tho't 

With what is nought 

But rude and base depravity! 

'Mongst animals and races who 

Have not attained your height of shame 

No sensuality nor vice has ever come: 

These clothes which make your person nice 

Are traps men set 

For others feet. 

Comes, now, another who would be 

My enemy, 

To ask of me 

Concerning progeny: 

What little fools my brothers are 

That they should think the parents' care 

Need be coerced! 

Wherein shall want the helpless cub 

Of Mother Bear? 

When does the tiger-kitten need 

Whereon to feed? 

Shall unfledged eaglet lack a thing 

The parent-birds to it can bring? 

No mother will neglect the child 

Whom she has born, 

Unless from Nature she 's been torn 

By artificial tho't and means. 

Then comes another one and asks: 
"What of our children's education? 
Who, pray, shall teach them their relation 

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To all their earthly tasks?" 

Of Education all I say 

Is that Man's care seems to repay 

Him with no more than worthlessness 

And rottenness 

In almost all the full-contents 

Of his books and schools, 

Which teach the wisdom of the fools. 

What has his study bro't to Man, 

Since he at first to learn began, 

But slavery 

And poverty, 

And ev'ry depth of misery 

To which his being can be sunk? 

Let your children learn to think 

And live aright! 

Their only duty is to live: — 

Leave them alone, in Nature's care, 

Who '11 freely give 

To them what knowledge they can use! 

Bring forth your children with their minds 

Enfreed from anger and from fear: 

Let mothers hold the tho't of love 

While in the womb they bear 

The Coming Man, thus to remove 

From off his mind all tendency 

To hatred, crime, insanity, 

So he can grow aright. 

Along the way his impulse leads. 

From that first day he saw the light. 

* 
* * 

Oh, Brothers, Sisters, loved of mine, 

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Shall you you go on 

As thru the Ages you have gone, — 

In all the slaves to selfishness 

And fear; 

Thus strangers to all happiness. 

To hear 

Forever ringing in your ear 

The clanking of your chains? 

What causes you to hesitate; 

What is all this 

Of which you make such vast import. 

In fear to lose which you resort 

To all the follies of your State, 

But vanities and emptiness 

Most pitiful? 

The Good of all is all your good! 

No other way can you attain 

Your highest gain 

Except thru seeming sacrifice. 

Nor can your Spirit ever rise 

To what greatness in you lies 

Unless you pay the price, 

Which, after all, is nothingness. 

And paying which you nothing lose. 

No other love deserves the name 

Excepting Purest Love. 

Think you you aught of love can win 

Unless you give 

Of Purest Love, 

In Love Your All to give. 

Unwilling to receive? 

Your earthly hists are selfishness 

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And are not Love at all, 

While in their flavor bitterness 

Of the poison gall 

Awaits the sense of him 

Who tastes of them. 

Seek, then, on Earth what satisfies 

The Grandest Purpose of Your Mind, 

Oh, Man, and find 

What rectifies 

All errors you have made, 

Discov'ring ev'ry loss repaid: 

Then rising to the Grandest Goal 

Of your own living, conscious Soul, 

Find "soul" is but that Purpose True 

Existing in the Will of You 

Which you have known and you have heard 

Thru all your days, 

On all your ways, 

Yet heeding not 

Nor ans'ring not, before: 

Then op'ning wide your being's door, 

Permit the LOVE OF ALL to pour 

Into and thru the very core 

And h(jart-of -hearts of You, 

Attaining, thus, that Joy and Peace 

Which fills the Whole, Glad Universe, 

And learn that Glory, evermore. 

Is won in Love's Increase. 

* * 

** 

Again my mind reverts. Oh, Man, 

To the question of your laws. 

While in my tho't I scan 

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Their primal cause 

And their last effect: 

Tho men have called me "anarchist". 

In hopes to sympathy enlist 

Of others, 

'Gainst this Truth which I would speak. 

Thus thinking from their present place 

To greater heights of power reach 

In their dominion o'er the Race, 

I here disclaim 

All right and title to this name 

They fain would give to me: 

Tho advocating Liberty, 

And while I would set wholly free 

Each Son and Daughter of this Earth, 

Yet never once would I send forth 

A call to violence or war 

To heal one evil or abuse. 

Nor would I in a thing make use 

Of an appeal to men's base passions. 

Their ignorance or superstitions, 

To win that end; ^ 

Nor for an instant would contend 

With other men for their own good. 

Most clearly in my mind I see 

The highest form of Liberty 

Is his who is not bound nor free 

Of the domain 

Of other men. 

Far greater would I strive to be 

Than e'en to wish to break away 

From 'neath the burdens men would lay 

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Upon my tho't, 

Wherein in nought 

Can I be bound, 

For fetters bind not Atmosphere, — 

'Gainst Magnetism none can rear 

A wall. 

While / am but the Purpose Great 

Of All, 

Nor ever once shall Man abate 

That Which I Am. 

Tho for these songs which I have sung 

(For which in nothing I repent) 

There many are my name would curse 

And who would never feel remorse 

Could they but see this body burn 

At martyr stake, 

Or could they learn 

That in a prison's reeking cell 

The form of me were cast; 

Yet not for them have I a fear, 

Nor e'en a care: 

My body is but the expression 

Of this, the Tho't of me, 

Nor has it more intense relation 

To all I seem to see 

Than these, the words I speak: 

My Life am I, the Vital Fire 

This Mind consumes 

(My frame and actions but the smoke 

And fumes) , 

Which from this body radiates 

As does the heat; 

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When once released to other states 

It can do nothing save repeat 

The hist'ry of the flame, 

Which disappears to whence it came — 

The Universe of All. 

Here comes the Female Evidence 

Of Man, 

All clad in garments womanly, 

To ask of me 

Of bondage matrimonial; 

Of this I may 

Have nought to say. 

Unless I ask: 

Does law unite the Lioness 

Unto her mate? 

Does Eagle need 

The priest to wed 

The female bird? 

Then all your marriage laws are but 

An empty word, 

Which nothing costs. 

Why need I fear to bind 

Myself with empty air? 

What thing of terror can I find 

In that which Reason must declare 

No whit more fearsome than 

The South-born breezes fair 

That lovingly caress my hair 

And kiss my brow? 

So say I now 

To you, Oh, Womankiud, 

To please you and your nobler mind 

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To bless 

With what you term your "happiness", 

I would not hesitate 

To "marry" you: 

So you may bind 

Me with your chains, 

For this I ken: While Love remains 

There 's nothing in your love to find 

Save what is good. 

Why should I fly 

Afrom those things which hurt me not, 

Nor interfere 

With these High- throbbing Waves of Tho't 

'Midst which I live? 

Then, too, I also know: 

When from your heart Desire shall go 

You will be glad to set me free 

So you, yourself, can larger grow 

In Liberty 

And Destiny! 

* * * 

* * 

Why should I care what laws men make? 

Why from my path e'en turn aside 

Their laws to break? 

Why should I ever wish to take 

Those things in which they feel such pride 

To have and hold, — 

Their wives and cattle, lands and gold, 

When there 's no form of real Success 

Found in aught else than Happiness, 

And in that True Content 

Full-realized by one intent 

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Upon the Good of All? 

Why should I build a wall of wealth 

Around myself; 

Erect a dungeon wherein health 

And sweeter joys are all unknown? 

What evil can Man do to me 

That I should seek revenge, 

And why should e'er the cast of blood 

My Whiteness tinge? 

Man's suffering but brings his gain: 

E'en tho I hate, shall I attain 

True victory 

O'er this, my enemy, 

By leading him to Paradise 

O'er the mountain-roads of Pain 

And Loss of Worldly Goods? 

Thus my aim I shall defeat; 

Thus from her place on Reason's Seat 

My Tho't be cast; 

Then I must once again repeat 

My journey thru the Vale of Sin, 

Until at last 

My Consciousness can enter in 

To that estate so near I lost 

Of Happiness. 

Far greater than your laws am I, 
Oh, Man, 

When once Myself I shall descry 
In All I Am: 

This 't is which makes me tell you why 
So much I claim; 

How this sweet tho't has grown in me 
To that high stage where I am free 
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From ev'ry taint of misery 

And loss: 

It is because within My Will 

And My Own Mind I rose until 

My freedom sure I could declare 

From all control and ev'ry fear 

Of men, 

And then, 

Upon the waves of Tho't- Vibration, 

On ocean-floods of Inspiration, 

I went in perfect consciousness 

To view those Realms of Purer Bliss 

Where all are free and true! 

E'en thus may you, 

Whene'er you will. 

But you must let your tho't be borne 

Unto those Heights from which the Dawn 

Of Hope appears: 

Down in the valley's damp and mould 

You dig for treasures and for gold; 

Your eyes are ever on the earth, 

While even in your sounds of mirth 

There rings the note of falsity, — 

Of bitterness against your Fate! 

Turn, now, your gaze. My Own, above, 

To see how all along the Height 

The Angel- Hosts of Purest Love 

Show ever clearer in the Light; 

How coming, going, still they move 

In their garb of fairest white. 

Golden, or of rainbow hue. 

Shining as the drop of dew 

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In the morning Sun! 

Let your brother look and see, 

Oh, Man, 

This Vision of His Destiny, — 

This which he is to think and be 

When from his bondage he *s set free 

To learn — Himself! 

All these religions which you preach, 

These semi-truths you try to teach 

Are like your governments and laws — 

The implements of Tyranny! 

You say to me: 

"These men are ignorant, 

And e'en must be controlled." 

When I would ask of you, 

"Why are they thus, so ignorant?" 

To which you make reply: 

"Thru lack of opportunity 

To learn." 

"And who," 

I ask of you, 

"Is it withholds what ev'ry man's 

Should be?" 

Then you would fain disown 

Your culpability, 

And would on "circumstance". 

Place the blame for ignorance 

And crime. 

What liars and what hypocrites 

You have become 

When thus you blame 

The Universe for what you cause 

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By your own selfish rules and laws, 

And nothing else! 

** ** 

** 

Learn but to love, 

Oh, Man; 

Seek but to give, 

And then 

Just let yourself and others grow: 

Then you shall all the glory know 

Of What You Are; 

Then shall in all your actions show 

Your perfectness; 

Then health and happiness 

Shall be your own 

Like unto which you ne'er have known 

Before! 

Just let the Good within you rise, 

And cast afar your foul disguise 

Of Evil and of Tho't-of-Sin: 
Throw off your mask of selfishness 

And then begin 

To learn the utter worthlessness 

Of all you prized and sought. 
Yet which to you has never bro't 

But evil and the consciousness 

Of wrong! 

Search well the Motive of Your Tho't 

And in your mind be strong 

In Right! 

Thus you will learn 

That All is Motive, All Intent, 

While you are but the Instrument 

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Of Good; 

That all those things which come to you 

And which you use in pnrpose true 

For others' good, 

Will bring to you a satisfaction 

You never found in their possession 

Nor gained from their abuse: 

Then in the Purpose True 

Within the Mind of You 

You will discern 

That You are Good: 

So will you learn 

That All Is Good, 

That All Is All, 

And ALL IS ONE: 

Thus in the Tho't of Unity 

Of All in You, 

Most clearly you will see 

The Purpose and the Motive True 

Of All, 

Which is the Highest Good of Yon 

And All! 

For while you hold that Purpose True 

Existing in the Will of You, 

And while you walk within the light 

Of your most-loving, helpful Tho't 

You cannot aught 

Do else than Right 

And Good: 

Then nought save Good can come to you 

From Nature or from Man; 

Nor can you "sin" 

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Nor act a wrong; 

Then shall the world about you please, 

Not terrify, 

But satisfy 

That Which You Are: 

Then you will see that all your laws 

And bondages 

Destroy men's hopes, and are the cause 

Of crime and poverty; 

Of selfishness 

And bitterness; 

Of all the misery 

Of those who have not heard the Voice 

Of Their Own Perfect Selves; 

Who yet have learned not to rejoice 

In Good of Others and of All. 

Is there a one wears felon's stripes 

Who longed for else than Good? 

Is there within the world of men 

A single one 

Who by a simple word will own 

A wish for else than good? 

All human purpose, then, is good: 

'T is but the means by which the tho't 

Is to its full expression bro't 

That can contain a thing of wrong. 

See, then. 

Oh, Man, 

Your acts in nothing interfere 

With other men: 

Then shall your Ways of Life be clear 

Of pain 

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And sin: 

Thus you the love of men shall gain 

And in the Love of Man attain 

The highest, most-enduring Good 

That can be yours. 

'T is only thus you can retain 

What satisfies 

Or justifies 

Your Being on this earthly plane. 

And only thus you can remain 

Attuned to Good, 

And All! 




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©Ijf (^nah at All. 

I 

/jtreat Spirit of Eternity, 

Awake, arise and speak thru me 
Your Message of Divinity 
To erring Man! 
Great Good of All, 
On You I call: 
Tear off the bandage from my eyes 

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So I shall see 

That Wonder which Man ought to be — 

That Perfect Form which is not his 

Because of his own selfishness: 

Let, now, the Healing of Your Word 

Reach to my ear, 

So I shall hear 

Those glad, sweet songs of joyousness 

That fill the Atmosphere 

With notes of rapt and pure acclaim 

Unto Your Name, 

To All Most Dear! 

II 

My Good Are You, Great Soul of Souls, 

Great Purpose of All Things: 

The Tho't You around me rolls 

And to me brings 

The Consciousness including All, 

Till from beneath my feet the Ball 

Of Earth is rolled, 

While swift Your Mighty Waves enfold 

The Mind of Me, 

And thru Your Vast Infinity 

I go. 

Stronger, purer, nobler, sweeter; 

Until I know 

No longer bondage, chain nor fetter; 

Until I throw 

All earthly tho't away. 

And as the Light of Day 

Become; 

Till in my arms the Firmaments 

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I clasp, 

And in my soul Your Kind Intents 

I grasp. 

Ill 
Great One in All and All in One, 
Let this my body run 
Upon Your Errands Fair of Love, 
And let it move 

But at the promptings of the Will 
Of Purest Love: 

With Your Own Strong Vibration fill 
This Evidence of You until 
To Man my life shall tell 
Your Motive True! 
Does worldly wealth afrom me fly? 
What care have I? 
Does ever Pain or Sickness claim 
This frame 
Of flesh? 

For that unto this World I came. 
Nor would evade the Lash 
That drives all vicious tho'ts away 
Which in this Life might stay 
Unto its end, 
Did You not lend 
Your Aid to this uncertain Mind 
Upon its way, 

The Paths of Truth thru All to find 
Without dismay. 

IV 
Man's purposes are ever true. 
For Purpose is all One in You» 

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Most High of All: 

On You, the Greatest of Intent, 

Again I call! 

Man's Soul exists in all he meant, 

Nor did he fall 

From his most sweet and pure estate 

While in his mind he held the tho't 

Of Others' Good. 

No man desires else than good, 

In any station, time or mood; 

Himself has but misunderstood 

When from the Way 

Of Righteousness afar did stray 

To find that grief and loss must pay 

The price of wrong 

To Others done. 

All things of Life are One in You, 

The Motive Force 

And Essence Pure of Universe — 

And Man. 

V 

While by the Light from Motive shed 

Man's steps were led; 

While in the Path of Purpose True 

And ever to the Goal of You, 

Blest Hope of Love, 

Man's feet still moved; 

While to all faith in hate and sin 

He closed his mind; 

Before he e'er did first begin 

His joy to find 

In acts and words unkind, 

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He dwelt within a Paradise 

Wherein was nought of crime and vice 

Nor base iniquity: 

Then Heaven rested on this Sphere, 

Nor aught was there of rage nor fear, 

Of sickness, bitterness nor death 

Upon this Earth: 

But once Man's course had turned aside 

From his sure purpose in the Good, 

He lost his sense of harmony — 

Then swift and sore calamity 

On him befell! 

VI 

May Man regain his Eden lost. 

And lift Life's ban? 

E'en that he can! 

If only he will pay the price 

He can return to Paradise 

Within the borders of a Day. 

Will he but lay 

All hope for pow'r o'er Man away; 

All wish for gain in else than Love; 

All tho't to do aught more than strive 

For Good of All: 

Can he thus leave all others free 

To find what Good in them may be. 

Nor seek to hold by bonds of fear 

His fellow-men. 

He can again 

Those strains of heavenly music hear 

All Nature plays: 

Then Peace shall bless him all his days; 

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Then he shall all of Glory know, 
For to him must the World bow low 
In reverence and praise: 
Then shall his Good be realized 
And all he prized 

Shall walk with him on all his ways 
Within the Good of All. 
VII 
On You I call, 
First One In All, 

That on this Earth Your Light shall fall, 
Till Man shall be 
Enlightened in his Destiny; 
When he shall see 
In Love and Freedom lies his path 
Unto the Morn of Heaven's Birth, 
When pain and sin 
Shall ne'er begin 
Nor aught of bondage enter in; 
When Love 
Shall move 
All souls to rest 

Within those tho'ts by Mercy blest; 
When strife shall end and wars shall cease. 
And all shall bide in happy peace, 
Thus Highest Good 
Be understood, 

And on each Son of Man shall fall 
The Mantle of True Prophecy, 
Forth-driving all drear Mystery 
From out the Tho't of All! 



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nrhus do I sit within myself 

And study the phenomena 
And the wonders clear-revealed 
In me, 

While all these marvels which I see 
I would record, 
And this. My Word, 
Would leave a heritage 
To You, Oh, World of Men, 
For thus I seek within 
This Being which I Am 
My Highest Good; 
Thus harken to the Voice Within, 
Which tells me how to go 
And in what way to show 
To other men 
The straightest road 
To Highest Good,— 
The Good of All! 

Of Old, the Prophets spoke to men 

With tongues inspired, 

Their great minds fired 

With rage which wonders past the ken 

Of those who heard. 

In excellence, bro't forth. 

Till all men's hearts were stirred 

O'er all the face of Earth, 

Unto this day. 

The magic of their prophecy, 

Wro't out in all integrity 

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As Ages pass, 

Was of the Tho't of Good conceived; 

The truths of their philosophy 

( A.S blades of grass 

Are crushed and broken 'neath the feet), 

From things replete 

In Highest Good, 

Have been distorted and destroyed 

By men deceived 

By selfishness. 

While evil purpose has employed 

The beauty it misunderstood 

To bind and hold the minds of men, 

Altho the purpose true 

Which did the tho't imbue 

Of those most clear-enlightened minds 

Was to men's intellects to show 

How best their steps in all might go 

Along that Path by which Man finds 

His Being's Good. 

So I would ask 

Of ev'ry man 

He undertake in nought the task 

To change these words: 

For other men * 'interpret' ' not 

My tho't, 

I bid you each. 

Nor strive to teach 

What I have here en-writ, 

But leave alone each Son of Man 

To glean from it 

Whate'er of good he will or can. 

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This see I well: 

That ALL IS ALL, 

And ABSOLUTE! 

Thus who would state 

You are but "part" 

Of All 

Would cast a shadow o'er your Soul, 

With motive to exact his toll 

Of Death from you. 

This Reason says to me is true: 

That "All" Is Absolute, 

And this I would repeat 

Again and o'er again, 

And then 

Again! 

Part-health is merely pain. 
For sickness 't is withholds 
The All of wholesomeness: 
Part-love is selfishness 
That fails to full-express 
The All of Holy Love. 
Part-beauty is deformity; 
Part-reason mere insanity; 
Part- wealth is only poverty; 
Part-freedom is not liberty; 
Part-happiness is misery; 
Part-weakness is not might; 
Part-power is not great, 
Part-righteousness not right; 
Part-greatness is but littleness. 
Breeds but pomposity; 
Part-courage is but cowardice 

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And is not bravery; 
Part-honesty is knavery; 
Part-purity and gross impurity 
Are one; 
Partial Light is all of darkess:- 



Thus does the Absoluteness run 
Of all of good thru all men's words: 
A partial truth has ne'er bro't forth 
But mischief in the tho't of men 
Nor on the face of Earth, 
And is the All of Evil: 
Part-man is but monstrosity: 
Part-good in Man in ancient times 
The prophets termed the devil. 

So would that one himself deceive 

Who would within himself believe 

That he is "part of All" 

And yet not All of All. 

So do I think to take departure 

From Truth that school 

Which speaks of "high and lower nature," 

For Nature is in all, 

Is All, and Ail is One, 

Must be All-High, All-Good, 

In all her works, in ev'ry mood; 

Thus when from Nature's Self 

Man gleans his food 

It hurts him not; 

And when his tho't 

And when his acts to her are true 

He in no word nor deed can do 

Another wrong. 

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A "lower-self" Man must deny 

If he would reach the Motive High 

And Purpose Strong 

Vibrating Purest Good; 

To reach on Earth his sweetest heaven 

To ev'ry Child of Good is given, — 

Within his tho't, 

And in the Tho't of All, 

Which is Man's Perfect Soul. 

Then hold you not the Absolute 

By any curb nor rein. 

And with a mind all resolute 

On Good, with your own brain, 

Your tongues and bodies move 

To words and deeds of Love, 

I charge you, Seekers all 

Of Truth! 

What heed, in sooth, 

Oh, Brothers, Sisters, loved of mine. 

Does this great world give to your tho't? 

Your tho'ts may be, and are. 

The All of Good, no doubt: 

Shall you permit the part to mar 

That Whi-h You Are, 

And cause the World to deem you aught 

Save What You Are in Tho't? 

Let, then, your words and deeds speak true 

Concerning You, 

My friend. 

And let the All of Motive blend 

Appearences of What You Are 

To nobler word 

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Than Man e'er heard. 

Or e'er was spoke before; 

Let actions braver, showing more 

Of good, than Man has ever known, 

To him be shown 

In All You Are. 

Then shall no compromise. 

No partial-good be ever yours, 

Nor ill nor madness e'er surprise; 

Then shall the Good Which Aye Endures 

Attend your course; 

Then shall the All of Universe 

Be One in You, 

Your mind imbue 

With prophecy and healing power, 

Till on this Earth shall come to flower 

The Good in You. 

Let this Great Tho't within you dwell. 

Oh, you, of Man's Flesh Born, 

Its perfect work within your life 

To do: 

But that Life Is; that Life is All, 

And All is One! 

You were not in aught created 

By any "god" or outward cause. 

Nor yet were you to Being fated 

By any Higher Laws 

Than THOSE YOU ARE! 

'T was by the Will of You you came 

To occupy your frame. 

While thus you do appear 

Because the Motive, Soul of You, 

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Did this the mansion rear 

Wherein you dwell, 

Which thus you occupy because 

'T is only so You will. 

'T is not Intelligence that planned 

The Universe, 

Nor Power aught more grand than Yours 

Which built the suns and stars! 

You are Intelligence, 

Oh, Man, 

Nor can 

Be else, unless you still refuse 

To let the Wisdom in you rise 

To that high place of prominence 

Within your tho't it well deserves. 

Intelligence and Consciousness 

Are Life, and all things live: 

If all things live and move. 

Intelligent are all, and all-intelligent. 

While Life and Motive and Intent 

Of All are but Intelligence! 

If thus You are Intelligence, 

And All is but Intelligence, 

You are all ever known of Man, 

So nought of Ignorance e'er can 

Its evil might in you show forth. 

If All is One, 

Which All includes. 

Then You and I are One: 

How often I have said to love 

Is to freely, gladly give! 

This I have said, for words hold not 

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The purest meaning of my tho't, 

To thus as best I could express 

This mind to those whose consciousness 

Has not the Highest Purpose caught, 

Which needs not words to speak, 

Which goes not forth to seek, 

And which in nought need strive 

For means whereon to h"ve 

And be. 

This well I see 

Within the Mind of One in Me: 

If You and Self and I be One 

(And must my rhyme forever run 

To this great end) 

Then I to you can never send 

In anything, 

And only 's left for me to sing 

The Praises of the Alt in One: 

Tho unto Self 1 cannot give, 

Still I must know th^t as I live 

So may I love, 

For I have said that all my love 

Is in myself; that I am Love, — 

In Consciousness of Life and Love 

Must move 

And be. 

Thus shall the Tho't of All in One 
The Life External all remove. 
While thus within my treasure-trove 
Nought shall remain but Purest Good, 
For Aye the Spirit says to me 
That All is Good — 

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That All is Right: 

Thus must my Being hold control 

Of All I Am, and so of All, 

Until Supremest Might 

Is in my hand 

While so I wield control 

O'er Greatest Self, and thus, o'er All: 

Then shall my tho't all littleness 

And weakness lose; 

All modesty and fear refuse 

To entertain. 

While in my body shall remain 

No sickness, bitterness nor pain, 

And on my Soul no sin nor stain, 

In Time nor in Eternity; 

Thus I shall all of Heaven gain 

Upon this Earth, 

While nought shall issue forth 

From this I Am men seem to see 

Save what men term "divinity"; 

Thus in Myself I lift the Race 

To their deserved and worthy place. 

Where Good and Well must ever grace 

Their Being here, within the Peace 

Of All in One. 

Those facts which in Yourself you find 

Oh, Man, are real 

To You: 

That which you feel 

Is true 

Is so to You, 

Yet falsity you can create 

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And wickedness can hold in tho't 

Of What You Are. 

Then must your Star 

Of Destiny in all sink low, 

While sick and sorrowful must grow 

All That You Are! 

Does pain and bitterness e'er please 

The mind of Man? 

Longs not his Soul for sweet release 

From these? 

Still, all of good is his. 

Whene'er he wills 

To grasp and use the jewelled keys 

To boundless power over Self, 

Thus over all the Universe 

Of Perfect Growth and Happiness 

Contained within the Measured Pulse 

Of Highset, Sweetest Good. 

Fear not to clasp the All of Good, 

Oh, Brother Mine; 

Fear not to let your Being shine 

With Purest Waves of Holy Light; 

Your Purpose fear not to refine 

Within your tho't and in the sight 

Of men. 

With motives of Your Greatest Good; 

Fear not that in the Throb of Love 

Of All 

Will anything to you befall 

Save Your Own Greatest Good, 

Or that in holding tho'ts of Love 

You aught of worth shall lose. 

For can your reason more than prove 

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That this conclusion of my Muse 

Is true? — 

That which is You 

Can never reach beyond 

Your Being's bound, 

And if you hold in Consciousness 

No sense of misery or loss, 

To You no pain nor loss is there. 

While unto You stays Pure and Fair 

The All of All. 



All. or 5^ntl|ttt9! 

[ould you tear me, Ch, My Passion, 
With the rage of you: 
Would withhold the satisfaction 

Of my purpose true. 
Filling me with strength of action 
Evils strange to do? 

Would you tell me that you "love" me, 

Woman, soft and fair, 
Still would fail your All to give me. 

While you love declare, 
Thus with burning thirst to leave me 

Of unquenched desire? 

Would you let me taste the pleasure 

Mind and body hold? 
Would you let me glimpse your treasure, 

Yet would keep your gold. 
Restraining from its fullest measure 

Glory you unfold? 

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Give me all your gold of goodness; — 

All, or not at all. 
Make my body thrill with gladness; 

Torture not my soul 
To the verge of raving madness 

With your less-than-all; 

Give me not a partial version 

Of your Book of Days: — 
"Tell me all, or tell me nothing," 

All Life's Wisdom says: 
Leave me not in darkness stumbling 

O'er these doubtful ways. 

Love me now, or love me never; 

'T is my fervent prayer: 
Be to me not half-a-lover, 

Filling me with care: 
Hold me to your heart Forever — 

Then, or never there. 

Part of good is all of badness, 

And shall not deceive; 
Half of happiness is sadness, 

Must this Soul believe: 
Giving me your All of Gladness, 

Cause me not to grieve! 

Ever forward on its Mission 

Goes the Might of Me, 
Learning aye a higher lesson 

In My Destiny, — 

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Asking none to grant permission 
When the Right I see. 

Love of Woman ne'er shall turn me 

From my Highest Goal, 
So if you refuse to spurn me. 

Then I must control. 
And fore'er must send you from me. 

For the good of all. 



ijKere sit I still upon my throne, 
^ A monarch, absolute, alone, 

O'er this, my State, 
While speaks now thru the voice of me. 
Proclaiming, Sons of Destiny, 

Your Ultimate, 
That Spirit which pursues you each; 
Which would the noblest wisdom teach 

That you can learn; 
That One you never can escape; 
From Whose Great Purpose you can hope 

In nought to turn. 

Come unto me, all Sons of Earth, 
And harken well the Words of Truth 

These lips would speak; 
Hear in these tones the Voice of Yoa 
Tell to the World the motive true 

Of all you seek; 

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Here catch the note of Highest Good 
For which the best of men have stood, 

Which ne'er shall fall 
Nor be defeated by the might 
Of those who have not seen the Light — 

The Good of All. 

What would you gain, Oh, Child of Man, 
From all your service, all your pain. 

But good to you? 
Does not that motive ever drive 
You to the end for which you live, 

Your mind imbue? 
Do not the movements of your frame 
The Good of You forever claim 

In all you do? 
Has e'er a man, in knowledge, sought 
A thing (to him) he could have tho't 

Would be untrue? 

The Source of Power, then, in you. 
Great King of Earth, must needs be true; 

Nor can it be 
Aught save the Love-of-Good within 
Your Very Self that drives you on 

To Destiny: 
The one unfailing hope of all 
Must be that to themselves shall fall 

A goodly share 
Of what the others of the Race 
Would hold in highest, fondest place 

In their desire. 

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Oh, Blinded Ones, can you perceive 
That All is All? Can you believe 

In less than All? 
Do you not know, deep in your mind, 
No satisfaction shall you find 

In less than All? 
Do you not know, Oh, Tho'tless Ones, 
That to achievement greater runs 

The life of each, 
And see you not, in consciousness. 
That aye for purer happiness 

You ever reach? 

Know, then, the Right, Oh, Pure of Heart, 
That in this World from you apart 

Is nought of Truth: 
Seek, then, your Good where It must be, 
Nor look without for purity: 

Believe in faith 
That all is good, and Good is All, 
While holding fast within your soul 

The truth of this,— 
Not ever shall you find your peace 
In less-than-all, nor win release 

To Purest Bliss. 

Thus do I tell you What You Are — 
All Sons of Life, nor shall the scar 

Of this. My Sword, 
E'er leave your flesh, or you deny 
These angels who within you lie, 

Who now My Word 

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Has wakened from their sleep of death, — 
Revivified by Hope's sweet breath 

They rise in might, 
Till all the forces and the tho't 
That ruled your past are bro't to nought 

And put to flight. 

So here I bid you seek the Light 

Which beams from Highest Planes of Right: 

The Right of All, 
While still I warn you hold in view 
That noblest phase of Truth to you: 

The Truth of All, 
For thus the Strength of All grows yours, 
And thus the Might Which All Insures 

Awaits your call; 
The Love of All shall then attend 
Your earthly steps, till to your end 

Shall follow all! 



®Ijr ^ovt 0f All. 

/jThis Great Appeal which thus I make 
Must needs be to him of the Race 
Who would be great for Greatness sake: 

Who longs not so for wealth and place 
As knowledge of the True and Real; 

Who from himself would fain unfold 
Those traits and powers he must feel 

Are better, far, than all men's gold — 

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That consciousness of strength and joy 
Which makes all earthly riches cheap 

Beside this Good he can employ 
To wake the Worlds that in him sleep. 

One came to me, not long ago, 

And chided me too much I tho't 
Upon This Which I Am, I know; 

Who said to me my mind was wro't 
To "narrowness", "insanity". 

By dwelling, thus, too much upon 
What he would term "philosophy"; 

This Truth within me which has grown 
To be the wonder of my years, 

Has freed my body from its pains, 
Has made me brave in spite of fears 

And which my all of good retains. 

Here I would tell to anyone 

Who thus may hold, his words ring not 
To note of truth, nor he begun 

To grasp the compass of this Tho't: 
That soul is blind who 'd glimpse in this 

A force for anything but strength; 
For truest comfort, highest bliss: 

Nay, this Great Word contains the Length 
And All the Breadth of Universe; 

Contains all things that Man can know. 
And is the Actuating Force 

Of all of Nature, "high," or "low"! 

Would say to me. Oh, You Who Sleep, 
That What Is ALL contains aught less; 

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Assert that Reason, pure and deep, 

Can work in mind but wholesomeness; 
Affirm that Fact, when given forth. 

Can e'er comprise what is not sure; 
Would claim Eternity gives birth 

To that which shall not Aye endure; 
Contend that narrowness can come 

To one whose tho'ts are of the All, 
And which the Vast Creations roam 

Where nought save Grandeur waits his call? 

That Which Is All Must Boundless Be; 

That which is good must needs be true; 
That mind which grasps Infinity 

Must hold the strength which All endues. 
Fear not to contemplate the Word 

Which brings you all that "AW includes: 
Fear not to wield the Magic Sword 

That overcomes all giants rude: 
Drink deep from out the Cup of "All" 

The Wine of Wisdom and of Peace, 
Nor let one drop of ' 'evil' ' spoil 

The Visions of Your Drunkenness! 

If Nature's Essence is but True; 

If in the Soul of You is nought 
But that one hope for good of you, 

While evil in your frame is not, 
Then I would ask of ev'ry man 

Who longs for Right, who hears this voice. 
Or who, perchance, these lines may scan: — 

Why not in All of Good rejoice? 

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For if the world and men contain 

No form of evil and no wrongs, 
Then in the Real there is no pain, 

While All of Good to Man belongs. 

Claim not for Self a ''part" of All: 

Think not to gain from any less 
The satisfaction of your Soul, — 

That sweet content and happiness 
Which must the love of all command, 

Nor give aught less than all your love 
If you would hold within your hand 

The majesty and might that move 
The world of men to do the will 

Of him who holds the Love of Good 
And who shall find within his All 

That "All of Good" must All include. 

Before the Will of All must bend 

All lesser wills and lesser minds, 
While to the one the All shall lend 

Who in the Love-of-All e'er finds 
The sole dependence of his tho't, 

While at his will all things shall move 
Who holds that mind which "All" has bro^t. 

And who shall give his All of Love. 
Thus says My All: "Nought is but All," 

For All is One and All is Good, 
And ev'ry love of less must fall 

When all this Truth have understood! 



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®0 M^ Ban, 

gfo You, Oh, My Son, 

On whom these, mine earthly eyes, 
Have not rested for many months, 
I give to you this commandment — 
If in Your Own Great World 
You hold me wise — 
While I admonish you 
And to this end I charge you 
That if you love me 
You will perform these acts I bid. 
For then you will conform 
To this, my law, 
Not because I so have said, 
But because your love shall spur you on 
To prove yourself of wisdom full 
Such as comes not from the books of men 
As they are written in these days. 
But such as bursts afrom the Soul 
Of him 

Who has suffered and has bled; 
Who has striven and was slain; 
Who has desired all 
That is held good of men; 
Who much has gained and all has lost; 
Who oft has found in loss a gain, — 
What seemed success but hidden pain; 
Who has submitted his body 
To the inquisitions of men's law 
And who has conquered his flesh 
So it must walk in Ways of Good, 

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Speaking ever at the command 

Of Supremest Purpose and Right: 

Not because I have admonished you 

Shall you seek for the Motives of You, 

Resting passive and submissive 

To that Love-of-Good which is the sure 

And perfect "Soul" of You, 

But because you even so shall virish to do. 

Again I charge you that you shall 

Forget the Part, in love of All, 

While I would suggest that in ev'ry step 

You hold close to your human heart 

The Hope of that Mighty One 

Who in the Truth You shall become: 

You I command to bend your ear, 

And this, my voice, in all things hear, 

Compelling not your fellow-man 

By harsh authority, nor thru his fear: 

Not because I have pronounced my word, 

But by reason of your mighty love of him. 

Which shall make you wish that he be free 

In that sweetest form of Liberty 

Which you. My Child, shall find. 

I warn you that out of your cravings, 

Your longings and your desirings 

Nor all and aught for which men strive 

Nothing shall you ever gain 

But emptiness and sudden pain — 

When won by else than Love! 

Should e'er you long for woman's love 

This you shall hold in view: — 

Your love is that which is contained 

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Within yourself — How shall she know 

Your love unless your words and deeds 

Proclaim that which is held in you? 

No love shall e'en deserve the name 

That cannot suffer, and resign 

The object of its wish. 

Forswear the aim to win her love 

By artful ruse or selfish wile, 

And patient wait upon her call 

Before you at her feet shall fall 

To plead your cause of love. 

What you desire leave at peace 

To come and go whene'er it please, 

Yet hold your mind in attitude 

Of friendliness to things of good: 

Should she you love in freedom come 

And offer you her gifts of love, 

I charge you that you shall 

In nought her love repel. 

But that you do accept, 

In freedom and in trust complete. 

That which she lays before your feet; 

That you shall hold your body true 

And daily in your tho't renew 

Your will no harm to her to do 

In any simple word or deed. 

Thus you shall walk. Beloved Child, 

Not because the law commands. 

But that your love of Noblest Good 

Shall lift you to the place where stood 

The very best and greatest of all men. 

Should wealth be tendered you to use 

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I charge you to refuse 

It not, but hold yourself 

The master of your wealth, 

And not its slave, 

To use in all the pow'r of gain 

To benefit the Race of Men, 

But not as good to hoard and save. 

Should fame and honors unto you 

Be given from the love of men, 

I charge you that you use them well 

For the good and weal of all. 

Repel no good that comes to you 

And asks you for your noblest love: 

In like true faith give back your all 

To those who for your aid may call. 

While seeking not to force your good 

In any state nor any phase. 

Nor seek in anything to place 

A bondage on whatever you love, 

For Love holds not by word nor deed^ 

And holding speaks the mind of greed 

Who lusts for dominance and power! 

I charge you that you shall permit 

The Greatness in you to come forth 

And tell to all your truest worth. 

Bidding that you thus shall do 

With intent not to win applause, 

Nor from a selfish tho't or cause. 

But that Greatness you shall love 

With overwhelming might of love; 

Not that so I bid you live, 

But that so you are and would. 



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As like to surge of ocean- wave 
Upon a storm-swept coast, 
Shall come the sounds of those who rave 
Upon the things of Earth; who boast 
Of what they will and shall and must: 
Their howlings shall, in many words, 
Salute your ears, to mind deceive, 
While these shall wish that you believe 
As do their books prescribe: 
To you they also will describe 
A pit of torments and of hells 
Should you to do their will refuse; — 
Here I would charge you, Child of Love, 
Hold well yourself in all above 
Their swift deceptions and their lies, 
Believing what your mind descries 
To be the Truth, and nothing else! 
To you shall evidence be bro't 
Of that from "good" and "evil" wro't, 
Yet ne'er be taken by surprise. 
Nor once consent to compromise 
Upon a word that holds a part 
Of anything but shall comprise 
The All and Wholeness of the Truth. 
This you shall do, not that / charge, 
But from your will that you emerge 
From out the darkness of men's night 
Into the beauty and the light 
Of highest, sweetest, noblest life. 

Some men shall speak to you 

In words that seem as partly true. 

Of "gods", of "spirits", and of "souls". 

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To make of them a mystery, 

Pretending they have eyes to see 

What yours can not, nor you behold. 

Within your Reason think of all 

That they have said, and from their gold 

Wash out the grains of worthless sand, 

Nor let the glitter of the false 

E'er draw your search from what is true 

In working out the Good of You. 

Straight you shall glean, when you have sought 

Within yourself what has been bro't 

Unto the vision of Your Tho't 

That all the "god" whom Man can know 

Is what of Good to him shall flow; 

That god and soul and spirit pure 

Is that which in you shall endure 

Forevermore, to over-rule 

This life of yours, to be the school 

Wherein you all of worth must learn: 

Your "soul and spirit" ("destiny") 

Is that which makes you whole and free; — 

That mind which drives you on to do 

The greatest deeds the world e'er knew: 

The Motive of Your Life must he 

The Ultimate of Destiny, 

Which ever seeks for greater height 

Of Good, of Greatness and of Light. 

Some men shall tell you 'tis your "soul" 

That drives you on to higher goal; 

That causes you so to aspire 

Unto the good which you desire, 

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That 'tis the Love-of-Good within 
Which is the Actuating Force 
Of Your Own Holy Universe, 
Guiding you upon the course 
O'er which your feet must tread; 
To live is but to love the Good, 
While truest love of All of Good 
Is most of Life and most of Truth, 
And I would have your days of youth 
Evolve to Manhood's stronger years 
En freed from all those doubts and fears 
Which men would lay upon your mind. 
Which now enslave all Humankind 
In chains of vice and poverty, 
Of sickness and iniquity. 

Again I bid you hold most dear 
Your Love of Self: Dismiss each fear 
That you possess not all the might 
To overcome what would affright; 
Thus over Self reign all-supreme, 
Unawed by what to men must seem 
The all-consuming fire of Hate: 
Thus regal in your single state. 
Rule firm your words and deeds: 
Beware of man-made laws and creeds, 
Their unions and their brotherhoods: 
Bind not yourself with vows nor chains. 
And heed you well none other reigns 
Within the Universe You Are. 
Deceive no man by art nor guile, 
Nor let a lie the Truth defile 
Of All You Are. 

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This you shall do, not that / would, 

But that you love Your Own Great Good — 

Because you so in all desire. 

I charge you, be in all things great; 

The tho't of "Greatness" contemplate; 

Nobility and grandeur show 

In all those things which from you flow» 

And by your speech and actions prove 

The perfect nature of your love, 

Not because I bid, but that so you love. 

Think All, know All, be All, do All, 

So you shall ne'er be held as small, 

Nor pitiful, nor mean, nor poor; 

Then shall your steps walk ever sure 

To the Highest Good of You, 

While "Greatness" shall your mind endue 

With all the power and the strength 

Sufficient to the breadth and length 

Of these, your days. 

Well shall you learn. Child of My Youth, 
In Your Own Mouth is All of Truth: 
All books and bibles came from nought 
Save what was borne in Human tho't: 
'T was out of Man all knowledge grew 
And Man knows now all Man e'er knew: 
Within Yourself you must conceal 
All wisdom Mind e'er did reveal, 
For Man are you, and hold Man's All; 
Need but permit Your Tho't to call 
Unto those Powers who e'er seek 
That same Great End for which you came 

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To occupy your mortal frame, — 

Your Highest Good,— the Love of All: 

Your Wish for Good shall thus be blest 

With all those loves and motives best 

Which have been held in human mind, 

While all about you you shall find 

Those gifts which Wisdom lays before 

Whoever learns the Spirit's Lore 

And that no knowledge can be his 

Save that He IS! 

For only you your body acts; 

Your Motive True your mouth aye speaks, 

To clear-announce to all who hear 

That Purpose which you hold most dear; 

Your deeds can nothing but show forth 

That Love-of-Good which gave you birth; 

Which is Your Source, Your All, Your End; 

To Whose Stern Dictum all things bend. 

The Soul of Earth, of Sea, of Air, 

Is but the Purpose, Pure and Fair — 

The Actuating Force and Power — 

Of which you are the Perfect Flower; 

That Destiny which drives you on 

To Higher Good is but the ONE 

Who Is the All of All You See 

And Is the Source of All To Be: 

Your Hope in ev'ry passioned breath, 

Your Rest beyond the Vale of Death, 

The Answer to Your Dying Prayer 

Can be no more than What You Are; 

Your Sweet, Eternal LOVE-OF-GOOD! 



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JJackward some two thousand years. 
To where a diff'rent world appears, 
My tho't on spirit-wing now flies, 

Until beside that One I stand 
Within whose song the meaning lies 
Of this religion of your Land, 
To ask of him to tell to me 
From whence came Christianity. 

'T is he who on far Patmos Isle 
Before whose sight All did defile, 
Earth's secrets there to clear-reveal, 

Whose Spirit now before me stands; 
Who in the Soul of All the Real 
Would lay on me His Holy Hands, 
To send me forward on the Road 
That leads to Higher, Purer Grood. 

One Spirit is the Perfect Tho't 
That unto me My Best has bro't. 
Whose Wisdom now declares to me 

That if "The Gospels"! would learn 
I need but look Within to see 
The Truth of what I would discern, 
To spell to Man the noble lore 
Of those Great Souls gone on before. 

One wrote alone the Gospels Four — 
That One whose tho't could highest soar 
To view the Throne of Grandest Good, 
And could to Man the tale relate 

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Of what he saw where Angels stood; 
Where Son of Man, in royal state, 
Called to him all the things of Earth, 
To question them upon their worth. 

Perhaps the Nazarene was slain, 
Tho seems for Truth he died in vain, 
For while the Poet wrote full- well 

And truly did his mortal task 
To wond'rous fair the story tell, 
Still, when of Spirit now I ask, 
Sad comes the answer back to me 
From out the Soul's Infinity: 

"Dost thou not see, Thyself Within, 
The Hist'ry of the One so slain: 
Thy Pure and Perfect LOVE-OF-GOOD, 

Who, on a cross of greed and shame. 
Poured forth His Life's Out-rushing Blood? 
Canst thou not see *t is but the name 
My Poem gave that Hope-for-Joy 
Which all Man's pains cannot destroy? 

"Those Jews who slew the Savior Blest 
But typify those tho'ts thou hast 
When clingest thou to selfishness; 

When in Thy Own Great World survey 
One sure belief in 'wickedness', 
Which to thy mind can nought repay 
Save Judas' treachery and death. 
Drawn into Life on Error's breath. 

' 'Dost see the Cross on which was shed 
Thy Earthly Hope's last drop of blood? 

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Canst see the Tomb wherein Thy Good 

Seemed buried an Eternity: 
Yet didst behold how Angels trod 
On guard before the Grave of Thee? 
Canst see the Resurrection Dawn 
Break over all thou gazest on? 

"All this thou seest, Son of Man, 
As back Thy Path of Life dost scan: 
Thru Crucifixion thou hast come 

Unto Thy Blest and Sweet Reward, 
And findest in Thy Spirit Home 
The Secret Key to that (My Word) 
Which Emperors and prelates took 
To bind men's necks with slavish yoke!" 

Thus are your Gospels read to me 
From out the Spirit of the Free: 
Thus must the Knowledge of the Years 

Reveal to me the Purpose Good 
So hid behind a mist of tears — 
So red and stained with Martyrs' blood — 
Thru rape of lust its beauty lost 
And buried 'neath the Ages' dust. 

Good Spirits wait before the Tomb 
To wrest the Sleeper from his doom 
While "Angel-Hosts" are but the Tho't 

And Purposes of Good in All, 
Which for each Son of Man have fought 
In answer to his passioned call 
Unto that Hope he feared was dead, 
Or from his days forever sped. 

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Pure Angels from before the Throne — 
Great ThoHs have rolled away the Stone 
So all my Hope and Joy can rise 

From out the damp of Sorrow's Night, 
To glimpse again the glowing skies 
So brightly tinted in Love's Light, 
Thence to be borne on Truth's Strong Wings 
Up to the Heights where Glory sings! 

No Paul nor Constantin shall wrest 

From me this Love of All the Best, 

Nor with his laws of selfishness 

(His words that recognize the Less) 
Shall take from me this consciousness 
Of Hope and Joy and Happiness 
My Resurrection Morn has bro't 
Into this World of My Own Tho't! 

What tho the Man called Jesus died? 
What tho the writers may have lied? 
The fact seems immaterial 

To this one life and hope we know, 
Yet shows the Allegory well 
Those Virtues which from us can flow, 
Which One arrayed in Garb of Light 
To prove to men Man's Holy Might. 



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®Ij? Pooler of (SlonmttiXBntss, 

I 

fflTistening, keen, attentive, at the feet 

Of those the World calls "masters" have I sat, 
To hear them o'er again the tale repeat 
Of sin and sorrow, crime and bitter wrong; 
To harken as they sang again the old and dismal song 
Of how the Race is now deprived of liberty 
And plunged in depths of poverty and misery 
By the selfishness of those who rule and reign, 
Till to this mind has come in force again 
The tho't of Man's creative power 
To bring to hand that ever-longed-for hour 
When All of Life shall see and know 
The wonders Consciousness can show 
To ev'ry creature on this Earthly Plane 
Who in the Spirit has been bom again. 

II 
To all those things Man does not believe 
He in no wise can faithful be, nor once perceive; 
Without faith or knowledge (Consciousness) 
They have no being in His Own Great Universe 
And in His Truth such truths are not at all: 
Those sounds Man never hears upon his senses fall 
As nothingness, and from his tho't no answers call; 
Those rays of color and of light which sees he not 
(Which thus evoke no recognition from his tho't) 
Have never shone within that World of Mind 
Which ev'ry Man and which the Race must find 
Within their very Selves, when knowledge true they 
seek 

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Of how they best can lift the weight of Sorrow's gall- 
ing yoke. 

Ill 
Does Evil riot, Shame dismay, along the City's street? 
Does evidence of pain and misery your vision greet 
Whichever way you turn the seeing of your eyes, 
While loud the sounds of Hate your ears surprise 
As forward on Life's Journey swift you pass? 
Does all the World seem but a seething mass 
Of ignorance and selfishness and vice? 
Yet know you not that all your protest nice 
Will never work a single cure, nor ever curb 
The foulness of the odors that your sense disturb? 
Still, Man can make this Earth all-good 
When he has only once his own pure being understood; 
When he has reached but once the sure perception 
That "sin" and "crime" are nought but a deception 
That he upon himself has willed to place, 
Thus on himself, has laid on all the Race. 

IV 
It is a truth, in Reason's Light, to Man himself is 

giv'n 
The pow'r to make his night a day, to change his hell 

to heav'n. 
When Consciousness has left a form, ere long it dis- 
appears; 
Thru Conscioiisness Life's Essence works; 'tis Con- 

sciousness that rears 
All images, all shapes, all things of which minds 

think or dream. 
Thus Life and Consciousness and ThoH the same in 
purpose seem; 

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The Principle that under-lies each sep'rate being is 

The Love-of- Greater- Good, the wish to make it his. 

The Universal Tho't vibrated thru all Sense 

Bespeaks the Unity of All in Love-of-Good intense: 

All Life is thus but One, all Tho't the same; in fact 

'T is thru the Consciousness of Man the Highest Law- 
must act. 

Man's Spirit Will can hold control of all Man's con- 
scious tho't — 

When cleared from cognizance of "sin", from fear 
and carping doubt 

Of his own might to make his World all good, all true, 
all pure. 

Evolving from Now's transient pain to joys that shall 
endure: 

Thru Human Tho't on Human Lives the Cosmic Forces 
course 

And thru his ThoH Man must command for Good his 
Universe: 

Destroying in Its Consciousness belief in wrong and 
pain 

This Race shall raise up Beauty's form and win Love's 
sweetest gain. 

V 

Vibrating thru the Cosmic Form the Cosmic Spirit 

thrills; 
Whate'er Man knows, whate'er he feels, his sep'rate 

being wills: 
Discarnate "Sin", Incarnate "Bad", speak to his list'- 

ning Soul, 
As well as Waves of Spirit Love that 'round his senses 

roll: 

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Conditions are what men create or welcome in their 

tho't: 
From out the Well of Racial Mind the Racial Water 's 

bro't: 
'Tis thru prismatic Consciousness the Racial Light 

must stream ; 
In Consciousness the Race must bar those Rays which 

evil seem. 
Destroying con^ciou^sness of wrong destroys Wrong's 

life and power: 
The holding firm of Beauty's Tho't brings forth Art's 

perfect flower: 
Believing in the Good in All makes Man accord with 

Good, 
Till 'round him have been drawn those Waves with 

Good's Own Might endued. 

VI 

Then Man, the Individual, has but one earthly duty, 
Which is to make of his own world a place of heaven- 
ly beauty 
By holding tho'ts of worth and truth, perceiving Right 

in All; 
Destroying consciou,sness of guilt, of tho'ts that would 

recall 
A sense of loss, resentment, shame; erecting, thus, 

a dam 
'Gainst streams of "evil"-loving souls, 'gainst Death's 

pretentious sham; 
Thus letting only that flow forth which sparkles 

sweet and clear, 
All freed from mud of jealousy and silt and filth of 

fear. 

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Life's Currents pour not "wickedness", but Hope and 

Purity; 
'Tis Man who has defined the "crime", and not the 

Deity; 
So now 'tis Man's to work the cure, to strain the 

rushing flood 
And turn the stormy sea of "bad" to overwhelming 

Good. 

VII 
Cease, then, your vain protests and cries, but go to 

work Within 
To heal your own disease of Will, your faith in "in- 
born sin": 
Shriek out no more in helpless woe, no longes rage 

aloud 
Against the Power Which put you here; blame now 

no more your "God" 
For stenches that arise from you, Oh, crowd of feeble 

souls. 
Because of your own filth of tho't, who are nought 

else than ghouls 
Who sink your fangs, hyena-like, with screaming, 

fiendish glee. 
In ev'ry carcase you can scent, in ev'ry corse you see^ 
Reincarnating, thus, in Self the "evils" you decry. 
And breathing Immortality into what else must die ! 
Your Spirit is the Racial Tho't, the Racial Good and 

Gain; 
'T is only by promoting these your own you can attain: 
Waste no more strength in vain appeal, but raise the 

Race Ideal 
By finding in yourself Your Best, in Knowledge of 

the Real! 

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2^lje Mavh, 



/TTheories, ennunciations; 

Paradoxes, contradictions; 
Churches, governments and schools; 
Adults, children; wise or fools; 
Criminal and sanctified; 
Hate triumphant; love denied; 
Weak and strong; poor and wealthy; 
Proud and humble, sick or healthy; 
Hard or soft, sharp or blunted; 
Stout or slender, tall or stunted; 
Small or large, great or little; 
Brave or dastard; pliant, brittle; 
Gain or failure, here or there; 
Light or dark, brune or fair; 
Victorious, with conquest sated, 
Or to doom of vanquished fated; 
Yesterday, perhaps tomorrow; 
Ecstacy or throb of sorrow; 
Life or death; hell or heaven; 
O'er Man's path his words are driven 
As a herd of heedless cattle. 
Careless of the stress of battle, 
Marking not how goes the dollar. 
Noting not the high-browed scholar 
Bending o'er his dictionary, 
Striving from their ranks contrary 
To contrive a useful tho't: 
Words of love and words of duty, 
Words of worth and words of beauty; 
Words of hatred and of sadness, 



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Words of folly and of madness; 

Flaming in undying glory, 

Dying in an untold story; 

Piercing hearts and rending garments, 

Curing wounds and marking moments 

With the luster of a jewel 

Casting back the Day's Renewal; 

Curse of Heaven, hope of devils; 

Joy of Angels; height of levels; 

Words are nothing and are futile, 

Words are all in meaning subtile: 

Words, controlling Sun and Planet, 

Soft as velvet, hard as granite; 

Words are tho'ts exprest and silent, 

Stern, unyielding; gentle, pliant: 

Words are forms of gloom and brightness; 

Words are fairies in their lightness 

Or are cumb'rous weights and cares, 

Calling up a throng of fears. 

Sounds and colors find expression 

Thru the words of lip-confession 

In the world of living men. 

To be turned, in tho't, again 

Into sounds and forms and colors. 

Atmospheres and tastes and odors: 

Words, conveying meaning never 

Twice the same, nor now nor ever 

Waking tho'ts in sep'rate minds 

But must vary in their kinds: 

Words express all men's emotions. 

Seas of grief and loving oceans: 

In men's minds words call to be 



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TWO CONSUMMATION 

Ev'ry form that Man can see; 

Ev'ry sound that Man can hear, 

High or low, from far or near; 

Ev'ry odor wafted to him, 

Ev'ry sense that ever knew him, 

Ev'ry World External phase 

Is unto his mental gaze 

Bro't to light of consciousness 

By the tho't that words express. 

And from Tho't is re-translated 

Into form and force related 

To the World of Outer Sense. 

E'en the Universe Immense 

Is a Tho't in Words exprest — 

Is a Word to Man addressed: 

Man is but the Word once spoken 

Of Life's Promise, never broken. 

Words are nought save Man's Creation: 

Man Himself 's the clear relation 

Of his tho'ts in Words poured forth 

To the residents of Earth: 

Man can choose a word of terror, 

Thus his being make the mirror 

Of the purpose and the tho't 

Held within the word so frought — 

May be Love exprest and spoken, 

Or may be in anguish broken 

On the rack of Hate's grim laws. 

Finding choice of Words the cause 

Of his agony and pain. 

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Choose, My Brother, well and bravely, 

As the ranks of Words march gravely, 

Silently, before your gaze: 

Find that Word which all your days 

Shall increase the satisfaction 

Of Your Highest Source of Action; 

Shall express your love of knowing; 

Shall denote your joy in growing 

In the wisest and the best 

That can be by words exprest: 

Having found the Word That Made You, 

Never let the Tho't evade you 

That your soul-word brings to mind. 

In Your Word your strength to find 

Thru all stress of storm and sorrow. 

Thru today and thru tomorrow; 

O'er contention and commotion. 

Over land and over ocean 

Let Your Spirit Voice be heard 

Speaking Aye Your Great Pass- Word! 



All J0 ICnu?. 

fave I not told you, Sorrow's Great Son, 
That all is included within the ONE; 
That nothing is there but must express 

The Source of your joy and your happiness; 
The End of your pain and your misery; 

The Story of Life and of Destiny; 
The solving of mystery and doom, 

Dispelling your sadness, lighting your gloom ; 
Strength to sustain you in hours of need; 

The Harvest of Victory — Valor's just meed? 

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The Universe speaks but Love's power to spend, 

In spending, the errors of gaining to mend: 
The Atoms attract 'neath the Microscope's eye 

Just as the Stars thru the Firmament fly: 
The Suns and the Planets swing ever in rhyme 

To the Meter of Love, while her Baton beats time; 
The stroke of the Pendulum, thru its whole course, 

Must all the Story of Man's Hopes rehearse — 
Drawn by Earth's love to the depths of its gain, — 

Up then swift' flying in spasm of pain. 

In positive fall and in negative rise 

Sweep the Vast Worlds thru the Infinite Skies, 
Drawing together until they shall thrill 

With all the Love their great bodies can fill: 
Spending their power in sorrow and grief, 

To find thus in giving their only relief. 
Until by the might of Affinity's Arm 

They are drawn to Love 's Bosom, tender and warm, 
There to be satisfied, filled and repelled. 

Torn by the agony vict'ry has held. 

Falling and rising in time to Life's Song; 

Borne on the Current, sweeping and strong, 
Pulsing and throbbing thru each and o'er all; 

Echoing back the Melodious Call 
Sent by the Tho't of Truth and of Right 

Out of the Realms of Creative Might, 
Tremble the hopes of aspiring Man, 

Finding that nothing is held in Life's Span 
Bat Purest Vibration, the Longing of Love 

Gushed from the Heart the Eternities Move. 

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Fear not to dwell on the tho't of Love's Gift; 

Know that in Love is the power to lift 
The burdens of men from their minds and their 

frames, 

For Love is the Word, that Sweetest of Names, 
Which bro't forth from Chaos the Earth and the Sun, 

The Tho't of the Unit, the Undying ONE 
Who Lives in the Light of the Love of the Best; 

Who Finds in Love's Purpose His Glory Exprest — 
To thrill thus with rapture of happiness bro't 

Into Your All of Harmonious Tho't! 

In Love grows your being attuned to the All; 

Thus answers the Beat of the Infinite Soul, 
As Consciousness springs on the Dawn's Perfect Ray 

Into the Light of Eternity's Day, 
Freed from Earth's cares and trials and pains; 

Far from Earth's sorrows, forever remains 
Pulsing in Harmony, gladly to sing 

The praises of Joyousness bro't on Love's Wing — 
Creator, Redeemer, — when Earth is done, 

Absorbed in the Love of All in the ONE! 




gjpeaks now within the Soul of Me the Voice of 

Power, 
To warn me that ere long must come the hour 
When from my ease and idleness I shall arise, 
Afar away shall cast those tho'ts which now comprise 
The lives and minds of most of Earth-born men; 

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The Flaming Torch of Truth shall lift on high, and 

then, 
Like tongue of fire, athwart this World shall leap 
The Spirits of the Mighty Ones who sleep 
Within the all-including purpose held in "all for each", 
Called into being by those Hopes which reach 
Far out into the Arches of the Firmament, 
Where watches Sweetest, Purest Love, on Good intent: 
Sweet Love, who stands on guard beside the Gate 
Thru which each Son of Man must pass, and where 

his Fate 
Shall bear him on to Heaven's Bound, 
Where all that Man has sought in Love is found. 

Swelling, growing, gushing, sweeping all before; 
Roaring like the floods that out the mountains pour 
Shall the Angel-Host descend, while men shall bow 
Before the Form of ONE they know not now; 
Homes not built on Love shall burst in twain; 
Strong governments shall fall thru men's disdain; 
The churches shall for aye their creeds forswear 
As all shall kneel as one before the altar fair 
That Love shall rear: Tho for a space 
Some men may strive, yet in the end the Race 
Shall know the Truth, and broken hearts shall heal, 
For Reason to the minds of men shall clear-reveal 
Those ways of righteousness and highest gain 
Wherein each one shall find relief from bonds and pain, 
From fear of loss, from sense of wrong and sin. 
Reborn is Love, shall seek in Love his All to win! 

In Love alone, and only there, Man's Soul is satisfied: 

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E'en tho the World a million years has unto him denied 
His right to love that which is good, yet he shall see 
That laws are vain which would withhold his Destiny: 
By Might of Spirit, by Holy Purpose actuated, 
Man's tho'ts shall soring beyond the bondage hated 
Of all control and goveanment upon him laid 
By those who hitherto have been of Good afraid; 
Who Love have feared, lest Love should break 
The yoke of selfishness from off another's neck: 
Yet Love is strong to liberate, and Man's One Soul, 
Which forces him to grander deed, to aye a higher goal, 
Is Purest Love, while soul and mind and body are but 

one: 
From Love came forth his frame, and swift Man's 

must run 
In Love's pursuit, if he would find his fairest state 
And in the eyes of men reach to his Purpose Great! 

Then I would make this Life ring true to that Great 

Word 
Which Keyed the Grand Creative Song, and Angels 

heard 
Burst from the Strings the Jewelled Hand of Good 

Had Swept; 
Those Pure and Perfect Strains which Fear has kept 
Imprisoned in the souls of men, but which again 
Fair Love shall free: In Love I would remain 
That I may catch, and sing anew, that Purest Song 
Which Good Forever Echoes, and which the cycles long 
Of Constellations and of Suns mark but the beat; 
Which Nature in her ev'ry mood can nothing but re- 
peat 
Yet Man has long ignored: Long has he closed his ear 

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To Love's Ecstatic Song, yet that he e'en must hear 
If he would win his highest prize and make his own 
His heritage of peace now strange, all over-grown 
With weeds and brambles planted deep by his own 

greed 
And his intent to on the flesh of others feed! 

If All is Love, and Love is All, Man need win only 

Love 
To win his All, nor can his tho't e'er reach above 
The Love of All, nor higher motive can he hold 
Than this: — The All of Love, which must the All 

enfold 
If Love is All: nor greater message can be mine 
Than this sweet tho't of Love; so I would shine 
Before the face of men with the radiance of the Love 
Which from withi n I can effuse, with words to move 
Men's hearts to larger, truer love than now they know,- 
A Love that feeds on Love alone, a purer Love to grow: 
A Love that sets all free of bonds, of sin's or sorrow's 

blight; 
A Love that drives afar all fear and makes a day of 

night; [deed, 

E'en such a Love I would express in ev'ry word and 
To reap the harvest on this Earth of Love's well-plant- 
ed seed; 
Pure Love, that burns this body's lusts and doubts 

and cares away. 
And frees this Soul to grasp Its Own, fair with the 

Light of Day! 



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fnwrr Olljru Jattly. 

fost Dearly Beloved of My Life, 
My tho't springs out to greet you 
As in my mind I enfold 
The body of you within my arms; 
I caress you in tenderness and in love, 
And gently I breathe a blessing upon your days: 
I behold you happy and free. 
Joyous in health and power; 
Gone are the old-time aches and pains; 
Flown are the old-time cares and troubles; 
Triumphant you lift your head. 
While Love speaks Truth behind your eyes. 
For you have perceived Yourself, 
And in the glory of your new-found knowledge 
You have grown a thousand-fold 
In your might to dare and to do! 

Yes, the hour of your liberation is at hand, 

For from Within Yourself you have bro't 

What far within you have found: 

You have perceived that Emotions and Will 

Thus move your body and your brain. 

And you have learned 

That over the Kingdom of Yourself 

There reigns the Destiny and Motive of You: 

You have seen that it is the Love-of-Good 

Within Your Very Self 

That is the Actuating Force 

And Governing Purpose 

Of these, your days: 

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Tho broken upon the stones 

Of seeming sickness and loss, 

You must and do rise superior to all of these, 

For truly You Are That Which Controls 

All That You Are: 

You Are the Spirit and the Soul of You, 

And the Manifest Spirit and Soul of You, 

The Life Element 

Striving and yearning within your frame 

Is that Love-of-Good within you 

Which is the most excellent good of you 

And which is the truest and best love 

That you have found during all your stay 

Upon this Earth. 

In Reason we cannot more than hold 

That if truly you are the Driving Force 

And Highest Controlling Element of You, 

You are both Love and Good: If you are these 

Then sickness, loss and death 

Have no terrors to you 

Nor any hold upon anything of All You Are. 

Have you no faith 

In Your Highest and Truest Destiny 

That you need take poisons into your mouth 

To cure a consciousness of pain 

Which exists nowhere excepting in your mind, 

And do you think, by poisoning your flesh. 

That you can accomplish anything 

But wreck and mar your mind and will. 

The Soul and Destiny of You 

In Your Noblest and Divinest Purpose? 

Do you not know 

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That you are no more 

That Your Truest and Best Destiny 

And Purpose in Life; 

That "Destiny" is only a word; 

That in a word no pain nor sickness. 

No fear of loss nor unsuceess 

Can Mnger or abide? 

Do you not perceive that after all 

You are nothing but Your Faith in Self 

And in that Best and Truest Good You Are; 

That if you are hut Good, 

Then you are all of Good, 

While there can be no "evil'* and no wrong'. 

No sickness nor yet any death 

In what is purely Good, 

Nor can there be in You? 

Have you not told me oft 

That your body you have made 

Out of those elements and those things 

Which into it your Will has sent? 

How, then, 

Can you expect to create your health 

Out of belief in sickness and in pain ? 

How shall you bring forth your happiness 

Out of a faith in sorrow and in wrong? 

How shall you speak forth Your Good 

Outof atho'tof "evil"? 

How, by taking between your lips 

The villanous concoctions 

Of your apothecary's shelves. 

Accompanied by the tho*t 

Of sickness and of pain, 

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Can you ever realize within yourself, 
From taking of such deadly things, 
Aught else save, bro't to life. 
Those motives and those tho'ts 
Which actuated you 
In working, thus, destruction 
Upon your body and your brain? 

Truly, now. 

You have taken counsel of your Reason, 

And you have found Life's Problem solved 

In this: 

That All is Good and All is Well 

And All is One in the Oneness 

And the Entirety of Universe. 

If All is All, there is no thing 

Which is but "part of All": 

If All is All, and All Includes, 

And nothing else. 

Then that which is the "part" has being not 

And never was in Truth, for Truth is All: 

Then each sep'rate form 

Is All There Is — for it — 

While out of it — for it — 

No thing exists nor is: 

No power greater can there be 

Than the Might and Strength of All: 

Thus all the Force of All 

Is in each sep'rate mind, 

When actuated and controlled 

By tho'ts of Good and All, 

When wishing nought but Good for Self 

And thus for but the Good of All, 

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Which is the Love of All 
And, so, the Very Best of All: 
Thus, in the light of simple fact 
There can be nought of sickness, 
Sorrow, pain nor loss, nor death nor hell, 
Within the Universe of All, 
Nor in the Truth of All 
Can such things be in You. 

Now I will leave you alone for the while 

That you may ponder well these words 

Your mind has given to my mind, 

For I perceive our minds 

Are but the One Great Mind 

Which Lives and Moves and Is 

In all things known or not: 

Vibrations of health and love 

And supremest power 

I generate within this Mind I Am: 

Upon their waves I enter into you 

And cleanse you with the fire of my love, 

My health and my bodily and mental vigor: 

May the Good of All and the Love of All 

Flow thru the bodily evidence and expression 

Of That Which Is Truly and Wholly You, 

And may inharmony and discord, 

Misfortune, sickness and pain leave you. 

To return no more, Forever. 

So be it! 




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®lfp Attgrr of QIoamoH. 

(Jfth. yes, Little Earth, 

I have swallowed you up 
In the Vast and Interminable Convolutions 
Of My Own Mind; 

I have measured you with the Calipers 
Of My Own Reasoning, 
And have found you but the toy 
Of That Mighty Spirit 
Which Animates and Guides 
This being that I am. 
And I have wondered within myself 
That ever I esteemed 
The praises and the laudation 
Of so small a thing as you 
Worthy of the efforts 
That I made in your behalf! 

And you, Race of Men and Women, 

The leaves and flowers sent from out the stem 

And branches of Parent Earth, 

Many songs have I written in praise of you. 

Until you were swelled to bursting 

From the gases of your pride 

That one so great 

Should have wasted words of commendation 

Upon such puny nonentities 

As you know you are: 

Bend now low your ear. 

That I may whisper to you a secret 

Which your swollen and inordinate vanity 

Has closed the entrance to that vacuum 

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You call your "mind" 

Against your comprehending and beholding! 

When you tho't I spoke 

In approval and in honor of you, 

I praised only such part of Myself 

As I perceived in you; 

I sang only to such unfoldment 

Of My Own Spirit 

As I could discern 

In the Soul and the Purpose of You: 

I praised you not 

As you praise the seeming of you 

In your sickly 

And miscreated bodies, 

In your clogged and ossified minds, 

Which answer not the call 

Of the Might and the Power of COSMOS; 

I commended not that vision of yours 

Which sees all the littleness and faults 

Your "sin"- and sorrow-blinded eyes 

Have searched out and beheld 

In the Words and the Body of Me: 

I listened not in rapture 

To those voices of you 

Which spoke in belittlement 

And in shame of Me; 

I framed not my speech 

In laudation of those acts of yours 

Which men did most applaud, 

For in them saw I not 

The Virtue and the Power 

That I see in Myself: 

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Behold, I have taken into Myself 

Multitudes of you: 

Kings, presidents, governors, 

Senators, judges; 

Lawyers, physicians, priests. 

Merchants and clerks; 

Painters, sculptors, musicians. 

Singers, architects; 

Poets, authors, professors of learning, 

Printers, newsboys; 

Engineers, machinists, builders; 

Masons, carpenters and joiners; 

Generals, colonels, majors. 

Captains, lieutenants, soldiers; 

Police, barbers, teamsters. 

Laborers, scullions and scavangers, 

Until I have grown weary of your noises 

And your inexcusable follies. 

Of the vile and nauseating stenches 

And odors you emit. 

And fain I would still 

The meaningless clatter of your tongues. 

And gladly I would bathe you 

In the Ocean of My Own Purity, 

That I might cleanse you from your foulness 

And your unspeakable villanies: 

But you were pleased 

With your uproar and your filth 

And you delighted to wallow in the offal 

And the dung of your own corruption. 

So perforce I was compelled to close My Eyes 

To your imperfections, 



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And to shut the Consciousness of My Hearing 

Against the discord and the cacophony 

Of your voices, 

Discharging you and casting you far 

From out that Highest Heaven 

Existing and being within the Precincts 

Of My Own Complete Self, 

For I will not to be disturbed 

Nor to permit the destruction of My Peace 

By such a horde of madmen and of demons 

As you have made yourselves to be! 

Male and female, 

Of all colors, ranks and creeds, 

I have spread before you 

The Treasures of My Tho't, 

While I have invited you to feast with me 

From the bounteously-spread 

Tables of My Own Mind, 

But in disdain you have refused: 

You have scorned 

To enter that Heavenly Mansion 

Whose Doors I have opened wide 

Against your coming; 

You have closed the portals 

And the windows of your soul 

Against that Angel-Host 

Who aye await My Beck and Call; 

You have shut out the Light 

Of My Revelation and My Love, 

While you fly 

Before the Good of Your Own Beings, 

Terrified by the beauty and the glory 

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Of the Source of Yourselves, 

Until I have hardened My Heart against you, 

No rpore calling to you 

To come Within to Where I Dwell, 

For you would not understand 

The Beauties of My Home, 

Preferring the hell 

Of your own creation 

To that Paradise which might be yours, 

Choosing, rather, to roll and sweat 

In filth and degradation. 

In the night and mire 

Of your fornications. 

Your lusts and disease-engendering 

Pleasures of the flesh, 

Than to enter the Abode of Purity, 

Of Happiness and of Peace. 

The cleanliness and the spotlessness 

Of My Apparel 

Suits not your taste, 

Nor accords with the besmirched. 

Dishevelled, awkward 

And clownish appearance you present, 

So I press it not upon you, 

Nor again will I demean Myself 

So far as e'en to notice take 

Of such as you: 

Once I have spoken to you, 

But then you would not hear. 

And e'en berated and abused 

The Name of Me 

For those Words and Works 



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You would not understand, 

So I am gone from out your midst, 

Destroying Within Me 

The consciousness of you; 

I have taken Myself up into a World 

Of which you know not. 

Where Bright Spirits wait upon Me, 

To lave My Body in the Rare 

And Scented Waters of Eternal Life; 

Where Sweet Houris, 

Filled with Love's perfect desire, 

Freely offer themselves 

To be Mine Handmaidens, 

Seeking only that they may serve Me 

And give pleasure unto Me; 

Where gentle children play 

And fountains ply; \ 

Where sing the birds and flowers bloom; 

Where the winds are soft and balmy 

With the breath of June, 

While Blest Harmony bursts 

From out the glens and dales 

Of this, My Fairy-Land, 

Which might be yours, 

But whose beauty and whose joy 

You will to pass 

In ignorance and bondage by. 

Fearful lest you lose 

Your dollars and your lands. 

Your cattle and your swine, 

Whose images so long 

Have filled your tho't 



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That you do but reflect the coldness, 

Barrenness, stupidity and gluttony 

Of these things so high you prize: 

Go on your way. Oh, flock of sheep, 

As you may list, 

Where'er your shepards bid you, go, 

And leave my free! 

Gk> on to where 

The mouth of hell gapes wide 

To swallow you, 

And I shall leave you go, 

As here I Sit Unmoved, 

Unhearing, Deaf 

To all your wild 

And anguished calls for aid. 

For you have left Me feast Alone 

When guests I Craved, 

Have laughed to scorn those Riches which 

So freely I Held Out 

For you to take, 

And when your eyes beheld My State 

Of Sadness, Singleness and Pain, 

You tho't I suffered. 

And you laughed 

In devilish and cruel glee. 

Unknowing that not as you saw was I, 

But Strength and Wond'rous Plenty 

To My Hand Were Giv'n; 

That tho My Garments seemed 

To tatters rent, 

Yet Wrapped Was I 

In Garb of Texture Fine 

Beyond Your Tho't to Comprehend or Know; 

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That Wise and Loving Helpers watched around 

To uphold and keep from pain and grief 

My Soul; 

That Many Gifts Were Mine to give to you 

Of value higher, far, 

Than those which you 

Have e'er withheld from Me: 

So farewell to you, who know not now 

The Greatness of Your Loss: 

I Will Not More than I Have Done, 

So Hie Me from your little world 

Unto that Universe of Mine 

Where All Are Free and True: 

Farewell! 



J(, COSMOS, Vast and Interminable 

In the might and power of My Body 
Immeasurable, incalculable 
In the majesty of My Conception; 
Glorious and perfect 
In the splendor of My Genius; 
Existing outside the bodies of men, 
Yet ever expressing 
And manifesting Myself 
Solely from within the minds 
And beings 

Of the Sons and Daughters of Earth: 
I, Whom all visible things 

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Only reveal and reflect: 

I, Who Am, and Who 

Have neither voice nor tongue, 

And Who know neither Space nor Time, 

Yet have spoken unto the Race of Men 

During all ages. 

In all places and languages, 

Declaring unto them 

The Immutability of My Law, 

Speak I again in these words 

And in this voice. 

For the voices of all men 

Are only My Voices, 

And the nature and essence of all being 

Is but My Law, 

Which changes not 

Nor is altered from Mine Own Spirit, 

Tho many and divers are My Forms, 

And multitudinous 

And of all tones and keys 

The sounds of My Ennunciation. 

Tho I utter but that One Word I AM, 

Still in My Utterance 

Hear the Sons of Men 

All tongues and all languages. 

For they hear in My Voice 

Only their own voices, 

Understanding My Speech 

With but their own understandings. 

Even as I have selected 
The forms of My Expression, 
Even as I have chosen 

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The Vastnesses and the Depths 

Of My Abode to be the Dwelling-Place 

And the Body of COSMOS, 

So has My Own Spirit 

Sought the Expression of Myself 

Within the confines 

Of Man's conscious being, 

And thus as I Am, 

So also is Man, 

A Universe 

Having neither bounds, 

Measurements nor extremities, 

Constantly regenerating 

And renewing himself 

From within himself 

And thru the channels of himself. 

Thru the essence 

And the body of himself. 

In that manner and in those forms 

The Loves and the Purposes He Is 

Have chosen for their manifestation 

And their expression. 

From the Spirit of COSMOS they came; 

In the Midst of COSMOS they abide. 

And into the Breath of COSMOS must resolve 

All appearances, sounds, odors and motives, 

For of My Own Nature and Character, 

Of My Own Purpose and Love 

Are their natures and characters. 

Their purposes 

And animating loves and desires. 



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Reflected from out of My Own Great Heart, 

The Life I Am is caught and sent back 

From off My Own Pure and Holy Tho't, 

Ever seeming to differ and to change, 

Yet altering not nor varying in the Essence, 

The Spirit, the Soul, nor the Body of Me. 

Thus ev'ry renewal of the Principle I Am 

Contains My Own Might 

Of reflection and creation. 

Being greater and purer 

In My Consciousness 

And in the consciousness of Me, 

Thru the reflecting of Me 

And in the creation of Me; 

Thru the expression of itself in Me, 

And the regeneration of Me in itself. 

In the Tho't of Universe 

Lies the Consciousness of All: 

Within the Consciousness of All Being 

Is held the power and the might. 

The life and the light 

Of the Unit enclosed within 

The Tho't and Being of COSMOS, 

Which cannot be diminished nor abated. 

Which cannot be disturbed nor annoyed 

By any seeming weakness 

Nor any misunderstanding 

Mere Man may behold 

In those Wonders of Me 

And in those Marvels and Beauties of Me 

Which are not displayed unto his belief. 

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In the Perception of My Own Mind 

I Am One, and in Me are all: 

In the discernment of all, 

I am Unity in each, 

For in each I center, 

From each I effuse and radiate: 

In the consciousness of each in Me 

And in the Consciousness of Me in each 

There is no difference 

Nor one inequality. 

While within the Wisdom of COSMOS 

(From out of Which 

Has come the wisdom of each. 

And Which is within the wisdom of each) 

Is My Own Tho't and My Own Wisdom, 

As expressed and reflected 

From out of each separate mind. 

The One has no connection with any other, 

For the One Is All 

And Comprises All: 

The Universe of All 

Is Separate and Distinct, 

There being none other 

With which It can conspire: 

Each form within All 

Is of separateness and distinction, 

While there is no contradiction 

Nor any inharmony 

In the separateness 

And the distinction of each, 

Nor in the Separateness 

And the Distinction of All, 

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Nor in Reality nor in Truth 

Is there any inharmony 

Or any contradiction 

In the life and the being, 

The tho't or the experience 

Of each or of All, 

Excepting as each 

Shall will to perceive inharmony, 

And excepting as each or as All 

Shall seek to find contradiction 

In each and in All 

And in the Workmanship of COSMOS. 

Hatred differs not in each nor in All, 
While the hatred of each 
Seems only the hatred of All: 
Love changes not in each nor in All, 
For the loves of each 
Make up the Love of All: 
Good varies not 
Whether it be present 
In each or in All, 
For Good is in each 
And thus must be in All; 
While "each" and "All" 
Seem but the words of men 
Seekmg to reach unto the Fullness 
And unto the Height of Me, 
Endeavoring to realize and show forth 
My Glory and My Beneficence. 

In What I Am 

Is the glory and the accomplishment of men, 

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For the highest achievment 

And supremest excellence of men 

Comes from out of Me 

And is contained within 

That Which I Am; 

Then of the Glory and Magnificence of COSMOS, 

Of the Love, the Good 

And the Purity of COSMOS, 

Are the spirit, the words and the deeds 

Of all the Sons and Daughters of Life, 

Whatsoever may be their natures and their forms. 

And whatsoever may be 

The manner of their expression of Me, 

Who Am the Splendor 

And the W'sdom of the Ages 

And Who Know Not, 

Neither Am Conscious of youth nor age, 

Sickness nor health, 

Joy of life nor fear of death, 

But Who Am Eternally, 

Forever, 

Unchangeably Entire! 

What would you name My Name, 

Oh, Son of Earth? 

I, Who Am, Am Nameless, 

Yet contain I all names: 

With what definition would you define Me, 

And by the measurement of whac 

Would you measure Me? 

For I Am the Indefinable, 

Yet contain all definitions: 

I, the One, the Unit, Am Measureless, 

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Yet contain I all measures and all bounds! 

Strives the Spirit of the Deep 

With the Spirit of the High, 

And battle the allied forces of Sea and Air 

With the spirits and the forces of the Earth? 

Behold, 

It is only the Restlessness of COSMOS, 

Regenerating and renewing 

The Body of COSMOS! 

Soars the Eagle in circling majesty, 

In mighty sweep 

Descending swift upon his prey? 

Penetrates the Shark the depths of Ocean 

To give battle 

To the Sword-fish and the Leviathan? 

Roars forth the Lion his anger to the desert wind, 

While emerges forth the Tiger in stealthy search, 

Seeking upon what he can lay his rending claws? 

Pounces not the Owl upon the Mouse to devour 

him? 
Does not the Elephant tread upon the Worm? 
Does not the Serpent sting the Hippopotami 
Who would disturb his peace? 
The Sheep and Cattle browse upon the hill. 
Uprooting the grasses and the plants: 
Each form of life must but consume 
Each other form. 
While all things are consumed 
And all things pass, 
The shadow shapes of shadows made, 
Yet none are lost. 
And in nothing am I made less: 

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In the tearing down 

And building up of Worlds 

I Only Am Renewing Myself, 

Thinking upon the Grandeur of COSMOS; 

I Only Am Breathing the Breath of COSMOS 

And Am Nought but Maintaining 

The Purity of the Body of COSMOS. 

I, Who Am, Am Unexplained, 

Yet include all explanations: 

I, Who Am Absolute in My Despotism, 

And Possess All-Dominion 

Over all the varied 

Manifestations of Myself, 

And Who, Changeless, 

Reflect Within Myself all changes; 

I, Who Die Not, 

Yet Constantly Put Upon Myself the appearance, 

The shape and the attitude of Death: 

I, the Destroyer of Appearances, 

The Creator of Images, 

I Destroy Never, 

Neither in Myself do I create, 

For whatever is is in Me, 

And all that are are but Myself, 

Reflected and cast back 

From without and within Myself; 

I, Who Am, Am Without and Within, 

And Am neither without nor within, 

For I Am of the Spirit, 

Impalpable, staying not, 

Eternally Moving, 

Forever Pulsating, 

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Coming and Going; 

I, Who Rest Not, 

But Who Am Forever Passive; 

I, Who Am the Highest Knowledge of Man, 

Yet Whom the supremest vision of Man 

Beholds not, 

I Justify Myself Not 

Unto the Children of the Flesh, 

Neither require I justification 

From the Sons and Daughters of the Nations, 

For I Am Justice 

And Know Well 

My Own Equity and Lovliness, 

And Express Only Myself 

And My Own Purposes 

In All That I Do and In All My Expressions; 

In All My Reflections 

And All My Manifestations 

Do Nought but Reveal and Unfold 

The Spirit I Am 

In all men's acts, in all their words. 

And they think with what is nothing else 

Than the Tho't of Me 

In all their meditations! 

Now, therefore, it benefits not Man 

That he should strive with himself 

Or question himself concerning Me, 

Or concerning Me in himself 

Or himself in Me: 

It profits him not 

That he should seek to war with the Mandate, 

With the Purpose 

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And with the Law of COSMOS, 
For, again I Speak, 
lAMI, 

While that which is Is; 
Neither Can I Give to Myself out of Myself 
Anything save Good, 
So nought is there held Within Myself 
Excepting Only Love, 
The Love of Myself 
And All Who Comprise Myself: 
Neither is there desired of Man 
Anything but Good, 
While no Love is contained within Man 
Excepting the Love of Good: 
I, Who Am, Am Life, 
And I Am Love, and I Am All, 
All living things, all lovely things, 
All goodly things: 

If he wishes to harmonize himself with COSMOS 
To unfold from out himself 
The Best and the Highest, 
The Noblest and Most-enduring 
Reflection and Vibration of Me, 
Man can do nought else 
Than hold the Tho't of Me 
(Truly in the Fact of COSMOS 
There is no other tho't. 
For I Am the Tho't of Goodness, 
The Tho't of Life, 
The Tho't of Love 
And the Tho't of All) 
Who Am All, 



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And the Height, the Breadth, the Depth; 

The Power, the Magnificence 

And the Glory of All, 

In the giving forth and the reflection of Whom 

Is all Man's power. 

All Man's magnificence and all of Man's glory, 

In the eyes of men 

And in the Vision of COSMOS, 

Who Am, and Who Pass Not Away 

With the Drawing of My Breath, 

But Who Respire and Inspire 

The bodies and the souls of men, 

In What I Am and Shall Remain, 

Within and Without Endlessness! 



©tyr olourli of Oloamoa. 

I 

fhoe'er hath woe, My Soul, but he 
Who holdeth not the Tho't of Thee? 
Whoe'er hath sorrow, who despair, 
But clings not to Thy Purpose Fair? 
Who hath all Man's infirmities 
But he who in Thy Glory sees 
The work of "evil" and of "wrong"; 
Whose words voice not the Joyous Song 
Thine Own Glad Tones to Earth have giv'n 
To bring Man's All in chord with Heav'n? 

Who takes grim Bitterness to mate 
Unless he dwells with Tho't of "Hate"? 

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Who is 't hath taken "111" to bed 
Save one to Faith-in-Illness wed? 
Who hath been torn by stern Remorse 
Unless he had resort to Force; 
On Others locked the prison's door, 
Or stained his hands in streams of gore, 
To find his Spirit bound in chains 
Of frozen blood and body's piins? 

Who knoweth not Thy Perfect Peace 
But gave not to his Soul release 
From tho'ts resentful, envious; 
Would to his own the world reduce? 
Whose treasures break him as a reed, 
Except one who, with miser greed, 
Takes from the helpless and the weak 
The bread and meat their hands would seek 
To keep their bodies from the grave, 
Their fondest earthly hopes to save? 

II 
Who hath Thy Youth and Joyous Health? 
Who taketh pleasure in his wealth 
But he whose faith seeks out the Good 
Which must each earthly form include; 
Who sees the beauty held in each; 
Who doth for All of Gladness reach; 
Who knoweth not the tho't of "guilt" 
And hath on Love's Foundations built 
The structure of his World-success, 
Well-wro't from Others' Happiness? 

Who hath Thy Genius and Thy Might 
Unless he cometh from the night 

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Of men's false promises and lies; 
Who never once Thy Truth denies 
But cherishes Thy Cleansing Fire, 
Which burneth pure all foul desire; 
Who would not from Thy Forge remove 
The Metal Given of Thy Love, 
Except from out Thy Furnace Heat 
To forms of rarer beauty beat? 

For whom doth Heaven come to Earth 
But he who knows the Spirit's Worth; 
Who from Himself hath learned the Grace 
That dwelleth in the Human Race, 
That liveth in the Rocks and Trees 
And floateth on the tossing Seas; 
Who holdeth firm the Love of All 
And unto whom nought shall befall 
Save Love and Health and Endless Bliss, 
Conveyed upon Thy Winged Kiss? 



I 

MJhose dignity easily hath offense 

Excepting his whose dignity 
Is of the flesh, 
And is not the Dignity 
Of the Most High Spirit, 
Whose greatness is of the World 
And not of the Kingdom of Eternal Being? 

Whose theft giveth rise unto the wrath of men 
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Excepting his whose robbery 

Is of little things? 

Behold, among you the Conqueror cometh, 

Taking away from you all that you possess; 

His foot he putteth upon your necks, 

The while unto him you lift up your eyes 

In mute adoration and humble worship; 

Unto the praises of him 

You raise your voices in sweet song, 

Swinging before his image 

The censors, incense-breathing, 

Of your adulation. 

Before the mouths of cannon 

And upon the points of bayonets 

Your General hurls armies of you; 

At his behest 

Your life-blood flows in rivers, — 

Him, the Slaughterer, 

The Nations salute; 

Him do the Children of Men call "the Great"; 

Upon his body they place the robe of purple, 

And his limbs they clothe 

In ermine and fine linen, 

Yet he who taketh the lives 

Of the cattle and the swine; 

He who, in the shambles, 

Cutteth the throats of sheep, 

In cold disdain you pass him by; 

He who, in anger or in swift revenge, 

Or who, 

To filtch his treasure or his wealth, 

Hath taken of his fellow's life, 

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For him they have raised up the gibbet's arm, 

Or him they do incarcerate 

Behind the bars of prison-cell 

Reeking and noisesome 

With mould and dampness, 

And the rats and vermin 

Of centuries of corruption and oppression 

Laid by their rulers 

Upon such men as they are! 

Whose Virtue hath been taken by surprise? 

Who hideth her face in shame, 

Trembling lest the knowledge of men 

Shall uncover and reveal her 

In her nakedness, 

Excepting she who knoweth not 

The Purity of COSMOS, 

And who hath not learned 

Of the Virtue of COSMOS, 

Who Giveth All in Love 

And Asketh Not Reward; 

Who Am Naked and Unabashed in My Nakedness, 

Knowing that "shame" 

Hath no place in Me, 

And Who Laugh to Scorn the frailties, 

The ignorance 

And the contumelies of Earth? 

Who shuddereth upon the Chasm's brink? 
Who draweth back from the Abyss's mouth, 
Shrinking in terror lest he fall, 
Excepting he who never hath surveyed 
My Immensity, 

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And unto whom hath never been revealed 
The Mighty Heights and Depths of COSMOS? 

Who covereth up his head 

And shaketh in the Night? 

Who sleepeth not, but watcheth in agony 

The stealthy, creeping hand of Death, 

Reaching from out the Darkness 

To seize upon. 

To grasp and slay him, 

Excepting that one 

Who knoweth not the Life of Me, 

Who feeleth not within his frame 

The Wond'rous Rush and Surge 

Of the Fire of COSMOS, 

Which sweepeth afar the Fear of Death, 

Burning away the doubts and cares of Earth, 

Which aye harrass 

And plague the tho'ts of men? 

Who hath not authority 

In his own house? 

Whose wife maketh a mock of him, 

And whose children 

Honor not their Sire's word? 

Surely 'tis not he 

Who hath heard My A'oice 

Speak that Truth I Am within him, 

And who hath opened wide his Spirit 

Till the Light of COSMOS 

Can be reflected thru all his parts. 

So that men, looking upon him. 

Shall see My Greatness, 

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And shall desire to render service 

For the Reward of My Own Excellency. 

Whose bodily parts obey not his command? 

Who lacketh skill of hand 

And swiftness of understanding? 

Whose features draw down in scowling rage, 

And who is he whose hand 

Is uplifted against all the World? 

Who, excepting him whose flesh 

Hath not been trained 

By the Will of His Greatest Good 

And whose mind hath not been enlightened 

In the Skill and the Intelligence 

Of What I Am; 

Whose heart beats not attuned 

To the Joy and the Merriment of COSMOS; 

Who knoweth not that I Hurt Not, 

And that My Own Great Love 

Can convey no injury to him 

In whom I Am, 

And Which he doth include? 

Whom hath Prosperity slighted, 

And whose are the children 

Who hunger for their nourishment? 

Who is it who knoweth not 

The love and the esteem of men, 

And whom do the beasts set upon and rend? 

Who excepting him who thinketh not 

Of the Prosperity of COSMOS? 

Who but he who feareth 

To take of My Nourishment? 

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Who, unless it be that one 

Who holdeth back his Good 

In terror lest he shall lose 

Something of Me? 

Who but he who forgetteth 

That he hath dominion 

Over All My Own Manifestations, 

Who Am, 

And Who Include all prosperity. 

All nourishment, 

All love and all supremacy? 

II 

Who do the deluded fear? 

Who is it who hath gained the admiration, 

Who hath won the homage 

Of the rulers of men? 

Who trembleth not 

At the boast and threat of Death? 

While the light' nings flash 

And the thunders roll. 

Who sleepeth as the child resteth 

Upon his mother's breast? 

While men contend and struggle. 

Who sitteth unmoved and undismayed? 

Who maketh his hand 

To do the bidding of His Best, 

And keepeth a guard upon his lips 

That they utter not blasphemy 

Against His Highest Good? 

Who ruleth his tho'ts 

And destroyeth within him 

The consciousness of sickness, 

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Of "sin" and of wrong? 

By the alchemy of whose magic 

Are sorrows transmuted into gladness, 

And who is he whose sadness 

Bringeth forth a Sweet Song of Victory? 

Who rideth upon the back of the World 

As a horseman rideth upon his steed, 

Bidding it go 

In whatsoever direction he willeth? 

Who hath dominion 

Over his women and his sons, 

Over his servants, 

His lands and his herds? 

Before whose anger 

Cower the beasts of the forest, 

And who is he 

Who walketh thru the fire 

And is not burned? 

Who riseth in the Might of His Spirit 

And bursteth the doors of his tomb. 

To renew his tho't in the minds of men 

And to continue his Being 

In the Light, Forever? 

Who but he 

Who hath breathed in the Breath of COSMOS? 

Who but he 

Who thinketh upon the Glory of What I Am? 

Who but he 

Who seeketh the Tmth of All, 

And seeking, findeth his reward in Me? 

Who but he 

Who hath grown lovely in the Love of COSMOS, 

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Thru that Love which he hath loved 

For all men and things; 

Whose knowledge reacheth not beyond 

What I Am, 

But who hath learned of All that I Am 

Within His Own Being? 

Who but he who hath been born 

Of the Travail of COSMOS, 

And who hath been torn by the Sorrows, 

Who hath been rent by the Pangs of All ? 

Surely, great is the gain of such an one. 

And blessed is the World in his enlightenment 

Whose Light beameth forth 

Into the darkness of men's minds 

And illumineth them 

With the Reflection of My Radiance, 

Until they are enfired 

With the Blaze of My Splendor, 

Brightly burning 

In the Pure Flame of Eternal Good. 

Sweet is the harvest of him 

Who soweth the seeds of love. 

And justly ample the meed of his endeavor, 

For he whom COSMOS Loveth 

Hath the Love of All, 

And holdeth the Mind 

And the Might of COSMOS within him. 

Which passeth the understanding of the flesh, 

And reacheth beyond the limitations 

Of Time and Space 

Into the Realms of Highest and Noblest, 

Truest and Divinest Purpose, 

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Throbbing Vital and Pure 
From My Own Great Heart! 



00P Jb tI|P ^ttt? 

STull many are the mysteries Thou dost reveal, 

^ Oh, COSMOS, 

Unto the minds of men ; 

Full many are the Grandeurs Thou Dost Unfold, 

On, Spirit of the Infinite, 

Unto him who hath dwelt in Thy Tho't, 

And who. 

Beholding all about him Thy Goodness and Virtue, 

Hath harmonized his being with the Goodness 

And the Virtue of All Thy Expressions, 

For the Soul of Man, Oh, Thou Most High, 

Is Thy Spirit, 

And who hath seen and comprehended 

The sublimity and wonder of his own Spirit 

Hath realized and known 

All the Excellence of Thy Essence, 

Which Pervades, Animates and Guides 

All things of Heaven and of Earth, 

In all the depths of the Unsounded Seas 

And in all the reaches of the Unmeasured Skies! 

Behold, Oh, Earth, 

Thou shinest with only Thine Own Light: 

See, Oh, Suns and Stars, 

Thou reflecteth but Thine Own Radiance, 

While all the Voices of Nature 

Speak, alone, their own forms' beauties: 

All Individual Being 

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Seeks but to exemplify and show forth 

Its innate purity and lovliness, 

Growing in Thy Sight, Oh, COSMOS, 

Drinking in Thy Power 

And shedding forth Thy Might, 

As the Spirit of each single personality 

Shows unto that being to be good and true! 

Why listen the Sons of Men 

Unto the accents of those 

Who fain would speak to them of "sin" and "evil"? 

Why heed the Children of the Nations 

The words of those 

Who fain would raise up barriers 

And build up walls of convention and prejudice 

Against Thy Indwelling and Outflowing, 

Oh, Eternal Love-of-Good, 

Pure Desire-for-Happiness, 

Who Expressest thru the minds of all 

The One Unfailing Law of COSMOS? 

What to me, a man, can those have to say 

Who gladly would dam 

The conduits of men's brains 

Against those floods of Inspiration 

Which are vibrated against the bounds 

Of men's understandings 

By their Wish-for-Supremest-Good, — 

By their Longing- for-Greatest- Joy? 

Why should men behold an error 

In the Love-of -Truth. 

And why should they perceive a wrong 

In Wish-for-Greater-Good, 

When Love and Truth in single men 

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Are but the same as Love and Truth in Thee, 

Oh, COSMOS, 

And longing for his fuller gain and larger growth, 

Bringeth him in touch with That 

Which Is Thy Universal Strength and Power? 

Why e'er should cheerfulness in Man 

Meet with men's reproof, 

When in the tho't of Joyousness 

His mind doth answer back 

The Call of Gladness and of Mirth 

Sent from out Thy Throat, 

Oh, Spirit Manifest of All the Fair and Brave? 

The Soul of All Things, Visible and Unseen; 

The Animating Principle of Primary Cells 

And the Mighty Force 

Which Controlleth Constellations 

Seemeth but that Wish for Happiness 

And Sweet Content 

Which is Man's Truest Love 

And his Most Steadfast Faith: 

If that, Oh, COSMOS, which is reflected back 

From Ev'ry Tho't of Thee must be Thy Tho't, 

Thy Hope, Thy Prayer, and thus the Soul of Thee, 

That wish to re-create nimself 

Which is in ev'ry form 

Must be the Wish of Universe, 

Which in all things but Re-Creates — 

Renews Within Itself Its Purity and Power: 

Then that which men term "sex" 

Is but the Law of Thee — 

The hope for unity of two in one — 

The aim to set Thy Purpose free 

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So It Can Work Thy Purity 

In what seemed foul and mean. 

What man is there can check this Earth? 

What man can stay the Comet's flight, 

Which swings on orbit cleaving All 

Thy Vast Infinity? 

Shall he deny Desire's Might, 

And shall he Love confine 

Who hath not seen Thy Steadfast Light, 

Nor kenned Thy Fair Design? 

Long have I stood in Thy Presence, 

Sublime Principle of Being, 

And Thou Hast Convicted Me Not of "sin": 

Long have I questioned Thee, Oh, My Soul, 

And Thou persuadest me not of "evil "-doing : 

Not until the tongues of men 

Have spoken words of accusation against me 

Hast Thou reproved me. Oh, My Conscience: 

Then in Truth hast thou no place in me. 

And then in fact have I no joy in thee. 

Oh, Tho't of Terror and Dismay: 

Remains then that which men call "conscience" 

But an illusion they would lay upon this mind, 

For in Nature and in Thee, Oh, COSMOS, 

No self-reproach can rest, nor self-denial stay! 

May I rebel against Thy Law, Oh, Universal Life, 

Conspire thus against Thy Love, to be in strife, 

Pure Soul of All, with Thee, 

Thus to affirm "impurity"? 

Thou wiliest not that I shall heed 

The laws of men; 

Commandest not that I shall feed 

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On that which seems to me not good, 
Or shall concede 

The right of men to name My Love, 
Or My Desire! 

Doth the Earth quake 

And doth the Hurricane destroy? 

Cometh the Floods to wash away 

The cities built of men? 

Laughest Thou, Oh, Holy ONE, 

At the griefs of them? 

Can they accuse Thee of "sin" and "wrong" 

That Thou sendest the Avalanche 

Upon their heads? 

Thou Only Hast Shaken Thyself, 

And Didst but Breathe; 

Thou Only Didst Spill a Drop from out Thy Cup; 

Thou Only Didst Move upon the Glacier's brink; 

No "sin" canst Thou contain. Oh, Earth, 

For "sin" is only Man's to think! 

Who doth accuse of "evil" sins, 

And Tho't gives birth to Tho't's Own Form 

In frames misshapen, minds obcessed 

By spirits "evil", "wrong" -possessed! 

All "wrong" is Man's, My All, not Thine — 

The "sin" is his who sees my fault. 

And is not mine! 

Who of Earth preachest Thy Doctrine, 

Oh, COSMOS, 

Soundest forth for Aye 

The Praises of Thy Cheerfulness: 

That which I love lovest me, and hurts me not, 

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Buc ever strivest to bring to me 

New gifts of Love and more satisfying Good: 

He who from Man would draw his Highest Worth 

Would ne'er abate his happiness and mirth. 

But would, with laughter and with jest, 

Drive out those spirits from his breast 

That fill his tho't with doubts and fears 

And those grim burdens Sorrow bears. 

All Man's achievement waits on Thee, 

Oh, Happiness, for Thou 

Dost bring him all his real success: 

On Happiness wait Love and Trust; 

Wealth answers Hope, while to the dust 

Bows down the World before that one 

Whose brow glows fair with Faith's Bright Sun: 

A cheery laugh brings forth its kind, 

Nor is there "evil" in that mind 

Which rests in sweet content and peace, 

Assured of Thy Unfailing Grace. 



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?JThru the mouths of men Speak I, COSMOS, 
Unto the Sons and Daughters of the Race, 
And in the Words of Men Declare to them 
The emptiness and the folly of their disputation, 
Their criticism and their argumentation, 
Their fault-finding and their gossiping, 
For I Have Dwelt in the midst of them 
During all the ages of their Earth-life, 

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Tho all the years of their residence 

Upon the little globe they think so great 

Have flowed thru Me without My Knowledge, 

Leaving not a wrinkle upon My Brow, 

Plowing never a furrow upon My Cheek 

Nor turning into gray One Hair upon My Head, 

Nor has the Merriment and the Happy Cadence 

Of the Laughter of COSMOS been abated 

Or grown less boistrous and mirthsome 

By reason of their complainings and their tears. 

Or because the passing of their lives 

Gives rise unto the fears and dread of men. 

Why wear men out their days in sorrow 

When so easily (even as I Do) they can dwell 

Amid the beauties and the joys of Themselves? 

Why grow they sour and morose within themselves 

When I Become Not So Within Myself? 

Why do they not as all things else, 

And as does the Universe of COSMOS, 

Let their Life-Elements course in joy 

And in purity thru their beings. 

Revivifying and renewing them daily. 

As daily I Rejuvenate and Revive Myself, 

Thru the Ebbing and Flowing, 

The Rising and Falling of the Tides 

Of Endless, Universal Being. 

Whose days are many, the days of men. 

Or the Never-Ending Lightening and Darkening 

Of the Face and Body of COSMOS? 

In comparison with the Number of My Days, 

What are all the Ages of Human Knowledge? 

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What is it that the Sons of Earth must endure? 
Whence comes Man's happiness save of a Word, 
A Tho't, a Love, a Realization, 
And v^rhat is all of a word but Nothing? 
Upon what does Man's welfare depend 
Excepting upon no more than a spoken Word? 
Within what lies Man's being excepting within a 
And whence goes his body but into Earth, [Tho't, 
Into dust, into vapor, into Nothingness? 
Out of Nothing he has come; in Nothing he abides. 
And into Nothing must resolve his seeming: 
Nothing is the happiness of Man, Nothing 
His sorrow, his disappointment and his pains, 
Under the Foot-fall of the Lord of the Ages! 
Why cares he, then, and why his grief? 
Of what utility his pleasure and his joy? 
Unto what end is all his restlessness and strife, 
Unless he finds in them what brings forth his Good ; 
Unless content he rests in the consciousness 
And knowledge of My Own Goodness and My 

Truth? 

Why need the Children of Earth 
Set up their measures and their rules 
Thus to delineate and weigh their Good 
When they are nothing if not All Good: 
Why need they distinguish among themselves, 
Saying: "This one is good and this one evil; 
This man is great, but this one small," 
When each contains My All of Good, — 
When All My Greatness each includes 
That he or they shall in objective hold? 
"Good" and "Great" are the Possessions of 

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COSMOS, 

Even as they are the possessions of men 
Insofar as they know and acknowledge 
. The Indescribable Goodness and Greatness of Me, 
And insofar as they harmonize themselves 
With the Goodness and Greatness of My All. 

Have not you, Oh, Son of Life, spoken words of 

wisdom 
That other men, believing not, termed words of 

folly? 
Yet your words, once spoken, remained unchanged. 
And thus your wisdom and their folly were one: 
In their vision, you were foolish in your wisdom, 
And in their minds, they were wise in their folly. 
In the Truth of COSMOS, the wisest of men is 

but a fool, 
For wiser the fool than he whom men shall exalt 
As the wisest among them, for behold. 
He who is happy in his self-conceit 
Is nearer unto the Reality of Being 
Than he who makes misery to reign within him 
Thru the excess and the heaviness 
Of his knowledge of the things of Earth. 

Had you a lover, and proved she never kind? 
Had you a friend who e'er has been all-true? 
Did ever you complain of the lonliness 
And the singleness of this. Your One Estate? 
Know, then, that I, COSMOS, Am Lonely, 
For where must be My Companion and My Lover, 
Unless they be Within the Bounds of Me? 
Where, then, shall Man's most perfect friend 

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And lover be, except within himself, 

For Each is All, even as I Am All, 

And there is nothing outside of him, 

Even as nought remains or e'er can be 

Without the Person of COSMOS? 

Who is it shall complain against My Decrees? 

Who shall rebel against the Exactions of My Law? 

Centered Within the Mind of Unity Am I, 

And centered within His Own Tho't must be Man, 

Would he obey My Mandate, 

And most completely harmonize himself 

With Himself and with My Own Great Purpose. 

Why should ever you aspire, Genius of Love, 

To a diff 'rent tho't than the Tho't of All, 

For such is that which you cannot entertain. 

There being, in Truth, no other tho't 

Than the Beauty of Truth and the Goodness of Me? 

Who is so sane he shall be qualified 
To sit in judgment upon another's sanity? 
Who is so perfect that he can erect 
A standard of perfection for another's rule? 
Who is so true unto himself 
That he shall condemn another 
That he walks not the Paths of Rectitude? 
Who is so virtuous that he has never failed? 
Who is so strong he ne'er has weakness known? 
Who shall say what is My Good, 
And who is he who can define My Happiness, 
When Only Within Myself My Goodness Is Con- 
tained, 
My Sanity, My Strength, My Joy, My Happiness, 

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While Man's mind grasps Me not in My Entirety, 

Knows he only such Dimensions of Me 

As he shall realize Within Himself, 

While he can know no being save His Own, 

Excepting by the Spirit of that Other One 

As contained within and reflected out 

His Single, All-Containing Self; 

Nor has he any greatness except Within Himself, 

Nor goodness, nor virtue, nor admirable quality, 

Except Within Himself, 

Which other men can thus perceive in full, 

That they may weigh, or judge, or know. 

Sit you still. Mine Own, Within Yourself, 
And open not your lips to speak until I Bid, 
For I, COSMOS, Shall Show Unto You All Good- 
ness; 
And I Shall Expose to You, Within the Tho't of 
All Perfection and All Lovlinesss [Me, 

All Power and All Grandeur I Include, 
For In the Tho't of Me Lies All I Am, 
All Consciousness of Love, of Truth and Purity: 
Heed you not those things which seem not good: 
In silence pass your neighbor's errors by, 
For you know not his Error from his Right, 
Nor do you ken his Darkness from his Light: 
Sit you still until I Breathe Your Fears Away, 
And let My Dream Transform Your Night to Day, 
For all your dreams are but the Dreams of Me, 
Nor all men's words can once define Infinity, 
Or That I- Am Which Ev'ry Man Contains! 



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